text_original: I waited on the porch as the day waned. The tumult of the place had died down, for men were gathering in the houses to discuss and conjecture. And presently, sauntering along the street in a careless fashion, his spurs trailing in the dust, came Nicholas Temple.
text_transcription: I WAITED ON THE PORCH AS THE DAY WANED THE TUMULT OF THE PLACE HAD DIED DOWN FOR MEN WERE GATHERING IN THE HOUSES TO DISCUSS AND CONJECTURE AND PRESENTLY SAUNTERING ALONG THE STREET IN A CARELESS FASHION HIS SPURS TRAILING IN THE DUST CAME NICHOLAS TEMPLE
phonemes: aɪ wˈeɪɾᵻd ɔnðə pˈɔːɹtʃ æz ðə dˈeɪ wˈeɪnd. ðə tˈuːmʌlt ʌvðə plˈeɪs hæd dˈaɪd dˈaʊn, fɔːɹ mˈɛn wɜː ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ ɪnðə hˈaʊzᵻz tə dɪskˈʌs ænd kəndʒˈɛktʃɚ. ænd pɹˈɛzəntli, sˈɔːntɚɹɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə stɹˈiːt ɪn ɐ kˈɛɹləs fˈæʃən, hɪz spˈɜːz tɹˈeɪlɪŋ ɪnðə dˈʌst, kˈeɪm nˈɪkələs tˈɛmpəl.