text_original: He stopped still beside his panting animals when he saw me, his high boots sunk in the mud. "Gut morning, poy," he said, wiping his red face with his sleeve; "what you do here?" "I am going to Charlestown," I answered.
text_transcription: HE STOPPED STILL BESIDE HIS PANTING ANIMALS WHEN HE SAW ME HIS HIGH BOOTS SUNK IN THE MUD GOOD MORNING BOY HE SAID WIPING HIS RED FACE WITH HIS SLEEVE WHAT DO YOU DO HERE I'M GOING TO CHARLESTOWN I ANSWERED
phonemes: hiː stˈɑːpt stˈɪl bᵻsˌaɪd hɪz pˈæntɪŋ ˈænɪməlz wɛn hiː sˈɔː mˌiː, hɪz hˈaɪ bˈuːts sˈʌŋk ɪnðə mˈʌd. "ɡˈʌt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, pˈɔɪ," hiː sˈɛd, wˈaɪpɪŋ hɪz ɹˈɛd fˈeɪs wɪð hɪz slˈiːv; "wˌʌt juː dˈuː hˈɪɹ?" "aɪɐm ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə tʃˈɑːɹlztaʊn," aɪ ˈænsɚd.