text_original: On any other errand I should have thought the way beautiful, for the country road, rutted by wooden wheels, wound in and out through pleasant vales and over gentle rises, whence we caught glimpses from time to time of the Mississippi gleaming like molten gold to the eastward.
text_transcription: ON ANY OTHER ERRAND I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT THE WAY BEAUTIFUL FOR THE COUNTRY ROAD RUTTED BY WOODEN WHEELS WOUND IN AND OUT THROUGH PLEASANT VALES AND OVER GENTLE RISES WHENCE WE CAUGHT GLIMPSES FROM TIME TO TIME OF THE MISSISSIPPI GLEAMING LIKE MOLTEN GOLD TO THE EASTWARD
phonemes: ˌɔn ˌɛni ˈʌðɚɹ ˈɛɹənd aɪ ʃˌʊdəv θˈɔːt ðə wˈeɪ bjˈuːɾifəl, fɚðə kˈʌntɹi ɹˈoʊd, ɹˈʌɾᵻd baɪ wˈʊdən wˈiːlz, wˈuːnd ɪn ænd ˈaʊt θɹuː plˈɛzənt vˈeɪlz ænd ˌoʊvɚ dʒˈɛntəl ɹˈaɪzᵻz, wˈɛns wiː kˈɔːt ɡlˈɪmpsᵻz fɹʌm tˈaɪm tə tˈaɪm ʌvðə mˌɪsɪsˈɪpi ɡlˈiːmɪŋ lˈaɪk mˈoʊltən ɡˈoʊld tə ðɪ ˈiːstwɚd.