text_original: As I left the rude taverns of a morning and jogged along the heights, I watched the vapors rise and roll away from the valleys far beneath, and saw great flocks of ducks and swans and cackling geese darkening the air in their southward flight.
text_transcription: AS I LEFT THE RUDE TAVERNS OF A MORNING AND JOGGED ALONG THE HEIGHTS I WATCHED THE VAPORS RISE AND ROLL AWAY FROM THE VALLEYS FAR BENEATH AND SAW GREAT FLOCKS OF DUCKS AND SWANS AND CACKLING GEESE DARKENING THE AIR IN THEIR SOUTHWARD FLIGHT
phonemes: æz aɪ lˈɛft ðə ɹˈuːd tˈævɚnz əvə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ænd dʒˈɑːɡd ɐlˈɔŋ ðə hˈaɪts, aɪ wˈɑːtʃt ðə vˈeɪpɚz ɹˈaɪz ænd ɹˈoʊl ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌmðə vˈælɪz fˈɑːɹ bᵻnˈiːθ, ænd sˈɔː ɡɹˈeɪt flˈɑːks ʌv dˈʌks ænd swˈɑːnz ænd kˈæklɪŋ ɡˈiːs dˈɑːɹkənɪŋ ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪn ðɛɹ sˈaʊθwɚd flˈaɪt.