text_original: The backwoodsmen took matters more stolidly, having acquired long since the art of waiting. They lounged about, cleaning their guns, watching the myriad flocks of wild ducks and geese casting blue black shadows on the ponds.
text_transcription: THE BACKWOODSMEN TOOK MATTERS MORE STOLIDLY HAVING ACQUIRED LONG SINCE THE ART OF WAITING THEY LOUNGED ABOUT CLEANING THEIR GUNS WATCHING THE MYRIAD FLOCKS OF WILD DUCKS AND GEESE CASTING BLUE BLACK SHADOWS ON THE PONDS
phonemes: ðə bˈækwʊdzmˌɛn tˈʊk mˈæɾɚz mˈɔːɹ stˈɑːlɪdli, hˌævɪŋ ɐkwˈaɪɚd lˈɔŋ sˈɪns ðɪ ˈɑːɹt ʌv wˈeɪɾɪŋ. ðeɪ lˈaʊndʒd ɐbˈaʊt, klˈiːnɪŋ ðɛɹ ɡˈʌnz, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə mˈɪɹɪˌæd flˈɑːks ʌv wˈaɪld dˈʌks ænd ɡˈiːs kˈæstɪŋ blˈuː blˈæk ʃˈædoʊz ɔnðə pˈɑːndz.