text_original: Here in truth was a new world, a land of peaceful customs, green and moist. The soft toned bells of it seemed an expression of its life,  so far removed from our own striving and fighting existence in Kentucky.
text_transcription: HERE IN TRUTH WAS A NEW WORLD A LAND OF PEACEFUL CUSTOMS GREEN AND MOIST THE SOFT TONED BELLS OF IT SEEMED AN EXPRESSION OF ITS LIFE SO FAR REMOVED FROM OUR OWN STRIVING AND FIGHTING EXISTENCE IN KENTUCKY
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɪn tɹˈuːθ wʌzɐ nˈuː wˈɜːld, ɐ lˈænd ʌv pˈiːsfəl kˈʌstəmz, ɡɹˈiːn ænd mˈɔɪst. ðə sˈɔft tˈoʊnd bˈɛlz ʌv ɪt sˈiːmd ɐn ɛkspɹˈɛʃən ʌv ɪts lˈaɪf,  sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ ɹᵻmˈuːvd fɹʌm ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn stɹˈaɪvɪŋ ænd fˈaɪɾɪŋ ɛɡzˈɪstəns ɪn kɛntˈʌki.