text_original: We reached a ditch through which the rain of the night before was draining from the fields Clark dropped the bridle, stooped down, and rubbed his face clean. Up he got again and flung the feathers from his head, and I thought that his eyes twinkled despite the sternness of his look.
text_transcription: WE REACHED A DITCH THROUGH WHICH THE RAIN OF THE NIGHT BEFORE WAS DRAINING FROM THE FIELDS CLARK DROPPED THE BRIDLE STOOPED DOWN AND RUBBED HIS FACE CLEAN UP HE GOT AGAIN AND FLUNG THE FEATHERS FROM HIS HEAD AND I THOUGHT THAT HIS EYES TWINKLED DESPITE THE STERNNESS OF HIS LOOK
phonemes: wiː ɹˈiːtʃt ɐ dˈɪtʃ θɹuː wˌɪtʃ ðə ɹˈeɪn ʌvðə nˈaɪt bᵻfˌɔːɹ wʌz dɹˈeɪnɪŋ fɹʌmðə fˈiːldz klˈɑːɹk dɹˈɑːpt ðə bɹˈaɪdəl, stˈuːpt dˈaʊn, ænd ɹˈʌbd hɪz fˈeɪs klˈiːn. ˌʌp hiː ɡɑːt ɐɡˈɛn ænd flˈʌŋ ðə fˈɛðɚz fɹʌm hɪz hˈɛd, ænd aɪ θˈɔːt ðæt hɪz ˈaɪz twˈɪŋkəld dᵻspˈaɪt ðə stˈɜːnnəs ʌv hɪz lˈʊk.