text_original: But winter brought forebodings. When the garden patches grew bare and brown, and the bleak winds from across the Mississippi swept over the common, untoward tidings came like water dripping from a roof, bit by bit.
text_transcription: BUT WINTER BROUGHT FOREBODINGS WHEN THE GARDEN PATCHES GREW BARE AND BROWN AND THE BLEAK WINDS FROM ACROSS THE MISSISSIPPI SWEPT OVER THE COMMON UNTOWARD TIDINGS CAME LIKE WATER DRIPPING FROM A ROOF BIT BY BIT
phonemes: bˌʌt wˈɪntɚ bɹˈɔːt fˈɔːɹboʊdɪŋz. wˌɛn ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən pˈætʃᵻz ɡɹˈuː bˈɛɹ ænd bɹˈaʊn, ænd ðə blˈiːk wˈɪndz fɹʌm əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˌɪsɪsˈɪpi swˈɛpt ˌoʊvɚ ðə kˈɑːmən, ʌntəwˈɔːɹd tˈaɪdɪŋz kˈeɪm lˈaɪk wˈɔːɾɚ dɹˈɪpɪŋ fɹʌm ɐ ɹˈuːf, bˈɪt baɪ bˈɪt.