text_original: Often of a crisp autumn morning we heard a gobble gobble above the tumbling of the water and found a wild turkey perched on top of the hopper, eating his fill. Some of our meat we got that way.
text_transcription: OFTEN OF A CRISP AUTUMN MORNING WE HEARD A GOBBLE GOBBLE ABOVE THE TUMBLING OF THE WATER AND FOUND A WILD TURKEY PERCHED ON TOP OF THE HOPPER EATING HIS FILL SOME OF OUR MEAT WE GOT THAT WAY
phonemes: ˈɔfən əvə kɹˈɪsp ˈɔːɾʌm mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wiː hˈɜːd ɐ ɡˈɑːbəl ɡˈɑːbəl əbˌʌv ðə tˈʌmblɪŋ ʌvðə wˈɔːɾɚ ænd fˈaʊnd ɐ wˈaɪld tˈɜːki pˈɜːtʃt ˌɔn tˈɑːp ʌvðə hˈɑːpɚ, ˈiːɾɪŋ hɪz fˈɪl. sˌʌm ʌv ˌaʊɚ mˈiːt wiː ɡɑːt ðæt wˈeɪ.