text_original: The forest pools were cracked and dry, the Spanish moss was a haggard gray, and under the sun was the haze which covered the land like a saffron mantle. At times a listlessness came over me such as I had never known, to make me forget the presence of the women at my side, the very errand on which we rode.
text_transcription: THE FOREST POOLS WERE CRACKED AND DRY THE SPANISH MOSS WAS A HAGGARD GRAY AND UNDER THE SUN WAS THE HAZE WHICH COVERED THE LAND LIKE A SAFFRON MANTLE AT TIMES A LISTLESSNESS CAME OVER ME SUCH AS I HAD NEVER KNOWN TO MAKE ME FORGET THE PRESENCE OF THE WOMEN AT MY SIDE THE VERY ERRAND ON WHICH WE RODE
phonemes: ðə fˈɔːɹɪst pˈuːlz wɜː kɹˈækt ænd dɹˈaɪ, ðə spˈænɪʃ mˈɔs wʌzɐ hˈæɡɚd ɡɹˈeɪ, ænd ˌʌndɚ ðə sˈʌn wʌzðə hˈeɪz wˌɪtʃ kˈʌvɚd ðə lˈænd lˈaɪk ɐ sˈæfɹən mˈæntəl. æt tˈaɪmz ɐ lˈɪstləsnəs kˈeɪm ˌoʊvɚ mˌiː sˈʌtʃ ɐz aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn, tə mˌeɪk mˌiː fɚɡˈɛt ðə pɹˈɛzəns ʌvðə wˈɪmɪn æt maɪ sˈaɪd, ðə vˈɛɹi ˈɛɹənd ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ wiː ɹˈoʊd.