text_original: TO ST. LOUIS By eleven o'clock the next morning I had wound up my affairs, having arranged with a young lawyer of my acquaintance to take over such cases as I had, and I was busy in my room packing my saddle bags for the journey. The warm scents of spring were wafted through the open door and window, smells of the damp earth giving forth the green things, and tender shades greeted my eyes when I paused and raised my head to think.
text_transcription: TO SAINT LOUIS BY ELEVEN O'CLOCK THE NEXT MORNING I HAD WOUND UP MY AFFAIRS HAVING ARRANGED WITH A YOUNG LAWYER OF MY ACQUAINTANCE TO TAKE OVER SUCH CASES AS I HAD AND I WAS BUSY IN MY ROOM PACKING MY SADDLE BAGS FOR THE JOURNEY THE WARM SCENTS OF SPRING WERE WAFTED THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR AND WINDOW SMELLS OF THE DAMP EARTH GIVING FORTH THE GREEN THINGS AND TENDER SHADES GREETED MY EYES WHEN I PAUSED AND RAISED MY HEAD TO THINK
phonemes: tuː sənt. lˈuːi baɪ ᵻlˈɛvən əklˈɑːk ðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ aɪ hæd wˌaʊnd ˈʌp maɪ ɐfˈɛɹz, hˌævɪŋ ɚɹˈeɪndʒd wɪð ɐ jˈʌŋ lˈɔɪɚɹ ʌv maɪ ɐkwˈeɪntəns tə tˈeɪk ˌoʊvɚ sˈʌtʃ kˈeɪsᵻz æz aɪ hˈæd, ænd aɪ wʌz bˈɪzi ɪn maɪ ɹˈuːm pˈækɪŋ maɪ sˈædəl bˈæɡz fɚðə dʒˈɜːni. ðə wˈɔːɹm sˈɛnts ʌv spɹˈɪŋ wɜː wˈæftᵻd θɹuː ðɪ ˈoʊpən dˈɔːɹ ænd wˈɪndoʊ, smˈɛlz ʌvðə dˈæmp ˈɜːθ ɡˈɪvɪŋ fˈɔːɹθ ðə ɡɹˈiːn θˈɪŋz, ænd tˈɛndɚ ʃˈeɪdz ɡɹˈiːɾᵻd maɪ ˈaɪz wɛn aɪ pˈɔːzd ænd ɹˈeɪzd maɪ hˈɛd tə θˈɪŋk.