text_original: One night, as she sat knitting by the fire, a special messenger from Litchfield rode up to the door and brought stirring news. Master Loomis's mother was dead, and the master himself, seeing there was a new levy of troops, was now going to the war.
text_transcription: ONE NIGHT AS SHE SAT KNITTING BY THE FIRE A SPECIAL MESSENGER FROM LICHFIELD RODE UP TO THE DOOR AND BROUGHT STIRRING NEWS MASTER LOOMIS'S MOTHER WAS DEAD AND THE MASTER HIMSELF SEEING THERE WAS A NEW LEVEE OF TROOPS WAS NOW GOING TO THE WAR
phonemes: wˈʌn nˈaɪt, æz ʃiː sˈæt nˈɪɾɪŋ baɪ ðə fˈaɪɚ, ɐ spˈɛʃəl mˈɛsɪndʒɚ fɹʌm lˈɪtʃfiːld ɹˈoʊd ˌʌp tə ðə dˈɔːɹ ænd bɹˈɔːt stˈɜːɹɪŋ nˈuːz. mˈæstɚ lˈuːmizᵻz mˈʌðɚ wʌz dˈɛd, ænd ðə mˈæstɚ hɪmsˈɛlf, sˈiːɪŋ ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ nˈuː lˈɛvi ʌv tɹˈuːps, wʌz nˈaʊ ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə ðə wˈɔːɹ.