text_original: Ben Obed was already seated upon the stone bench in the cool shadow of the house, talking in low tones to a young man of about his own age, who with bent brows and serious air was paying him diligent heed.
text_transcription: BEN OBED WAS ALREADY SEATED UPON THE STONE BENCH IN THE COOL SHADOW OF THE HOUSE TALKING IN LOW TONES TO A YOUNG MAN OF ABOUT HIS OWN AGE WHO WITH BENT BROWS AND SERIOUS AIRS WAS PAYING HIM DILIGENT HEED
phonemes: bˈɛn ˈoʊbd wʌz ɔːlɹˌɛdi sˈiːɾᵻd əpˌɑːn ðə stˈoʊn bˈɛntʃ ɪnðə kˈuːl ʃˈædoʊ ʌvðə hˈaʊs, tˈɔːkɪŋ ɪn lˈoʊ tˈoʊnz tʊ ɐ jˈʌŋ mˈæn ʌv ɐbˌaʊt hɪz ˈoʊn ˈeɪdʒ, hˌuː wɪð bˈɛnt bɹˈaʊz ænd sˈɪɹiəs ˈɛɹ wʌz pˈeɪɪŋ hˌɪm dˈɪlɪdʒənt hˈiːd.