text_original: Imagine the long sunny hours of a Saturday afternoon insensibly slipping away, as we youngsters are exploring the length and breadth of a trout stream, or chasing gray squirrels, or building mud milldams in the brook.
text_transcription: IMAGINE THE LONG SUNNY HOURS OF A SATURDAY AFTERNOON INSENSIBLY SLIPPING AWAY AS WE YOUNGSTERS ARE EXPLORING THE LENGTH AND BREADTH OF A TROUT STREAM OR CHASING GRAY SQUIRRELS OR BUILDING MUD MILLDAMS IN THE BROOK
phonemes: ɪmˈædʒɪn ðə lˈɔŋ sˈʌni ˈaʊɚz əvə sˈæɾɚdˌeɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn ɪnsˈɛnsᵻbli slˈɪpɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ, æz wiː jˈʌŋstɚz ɑːɹ ɛksplˈɔːɹɪŋ ðə lˈɛŋθ ænd bɹˈɛdθ əvə tɹˈaʊt stɹˈiːm, ɔːɹ tʃˈeɪsɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪ skwˈɜːlz, ɔːɹ bˈɪldɪŋ mˈʌd mˈɪldəmz ɪnðə bɹˈʊk.