text_original: No, there was nothing to do but to go on, and trust that Farmer Brown's boy was so snowed in and would be kept so busy shovelling out paths, that he would forget all about looking at his traps. Unc' Billy drew a long breath and began to wade ahead toward the Green Forest.
text_transcription: NO THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO BUT TO GO ON AND TRUST THAT FARMER BROWN'S BOY WAS SO SNOWED IN AND WOULD BE KEPT SO BUSY SHOVELING OUT PATHS THAT HE WOULD FORGET ALL ABOUT LOOKING AT HIS TRAPS UNCLE BILLY DREW A LONG BREATH AND BEGAN TO WADE AHEAD TOWARD THE GREEN FOREST
phonemes: nˈoʊ, ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ tə dˈuː bˌʌt tə ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn, ænd tɹˈʌst ðæt fˈɑːɹmɚ bɹˈaʊnz bˈɔɪ wʌz sˌoʊ snˈoʊd ɪn ænd wʊd biː kˈɛpt sˌoʊ bˈɪzi ʃˈʌvəlɪŋ ˈaʊt pˈæθs, ðæt hiː wʊd fɚɡˈɛt ˈɔːl ɐbˌaʊt lˈʊkɪŋ æt hɪz tɹˈæps. ˈʌŋk bˈɪli dɹˈuː ɐ lˈɔŋ bɹˈɛθ ænd bɪɡˈæn tə wˈeɪd ɐhˈɛd təwˈɔːɹd ðə ɡɹˈiːn fˈɔːɹɪst.