text_original: What I saw was a low, weather beaten cabin on the edge of a clearing, and behind it stretched away in prim rows the vegetables which the old Frenchman had planted. There was a little flower garden, too, and an orchard. A path of beaten earth led to the door, which was open.
text_transcription: WHAT I SAW WAS A LOW WEATHER BEATEN CABIN ON THE EDGE OF A CLEARING AND BEHIND IT STRETCHED AWAY IN PRIM ROSE THE VEGETABLES WHICH THE OLD FRENCHMAN HAD PLANTED THERE WAS A LITTLE FLOWER GARDEN TOO AND AN ORCHARD A PATH OF BEATEN EARTH LED TO THE DOOR WHICH WAS OPEN
phonemes: wˌʌt aɪ sˈɔː wʌzɐ lˈoʊ, wˈɛðɚ bˈiːʔn̩ kˈæbɪn ɔnðɪ ˈɛdʒ əvə klˈɪɹɪŋ, ænd bᵻhˌaɪnd ɪt stɹˈɛtʃt ɐwˈeɪ ɪn pɹˈɪm ɹˈoʊz ðə vˈɛdʒɪɾəbəlz wˌɪtʃ ðɪ ˈoʊld fɹˈɛntʃmən hæd plˈæntᵻd. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈɪɾəl flˈaʊɚ ɡˈɑːɹdən, tˈuː, ænd ɐn ˈɔːɹtʃɚd. ɐ pˈæθ ʌv bˈiːʔn̩ ˈɜːθ lˈɛd tə ðə dˈɔːɹ, wˌɪtʃ wʌz ˈoʊpən.