text_original: I wore a suit of gray homespun, and in my saddle bags I carried four precious law books, the stock in trade which my generous patron had given me. But as I mounted the slopes of the mountains my spirits rose too at the prospect of the life before me.
text_transcription: I WORE A SUIT OF GREY HOMESPUN AND IN MY SADDLE BAGS I CARRIED FOUR PRECIOUS LAW BOOKS THE STOCK IN TRADE WHICH MY GENEROUS PATRON HAD GIVEN ME BUT AS I MOUNTED THE SLOPES OF THE MOUNINS MY SPIRITS ROSE TOO AT THE PROSPECT OF THE LIFE BEFORE ME
phonemes: aɪ wˈɔːɹ ɐ sˈuːt ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ hˈoʊmspʌn, ænd ɪn maɪ sˈædəl bˈæɡz aɪ kˈæɹid fˈɔːɹ pɹˈɛʃəs lˈɔː bˈʊks, ðə stˈɑːk ɪn tɹˈeɪd wˌɪtʃ maɪ dʒˈɛnɚɹəs pˈeɪtɹən hæd ɡˈɪvən mˌiː. bˌʌt æz aɪ mˈaʊntᵻd ðə slˈoʊps ʌvðə mˈaʊntɪnz maɪ spˈɪɹɪts ɹˈoʊz tˈuː æt ðə pɹˈɑːspɛkt ʌvðə lˈaɪf bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː.