text_original: One thing I caught sight of on the opposite hills gave me pause for thought: it was a larch wood in which every tree was blown so far over to one side, that there would be but little chance of their ever recovering or getting into the upright. I remembered that the handy man had told us trees were lying in all directions out in the main road. I decided to climb still higher up the hill and see what my own woods looked like.
text_transcription: ONE THING I CAUGHT SIGHT OF ON THE OPPOSITE HILLS GAVE ME PAUSE FOR THOUGHT IT WAS A LARCH WOOD IN WHICH EVERY TREE WAS BLOWN SO FAR OVER TO ONE SIDE THAT THERE WOULD BE BUT LITTLE CHANCE OF THEIR EVER RECOVERING OR GETTING INTO THE UPRIGHT I REMBERED THAT THE HANDY MAN HAD TOLD US TREES WERE LYING IN ALL DIRECTIONS OUT IN THE MAIN ROAD I DECIDED TO CLIMB STILL HIGHER UP THE HILL AND SEE WHAT MY OWN WOODS LOOKED LIKE
phonemes: wˈʌn θˈɪŋ aɪ kˈɔːt sˈaɪt ʌv ɔnðɪ ˈɑːpəzˌɪt hˈɪlz ɡˈeɪv mˌiː pˈɔːz fɔːɹ θˈɔːt: ɪt wʌzɐ lˈɑːɹtʃ wˈʊd ɪnwˌɪtʃ ˈɛvɹi tɹˈiː wʌz blˈoʊn sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ ˌoʊvɚ tə wˈʌn sˈaɪd, ðæt ðɛɹ wʊd biː bˌʌt lˈɪɾəl tʃˈæns ʌv ðɛɹ ˈɛvɚ ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹɪŋ ɔːɹ ɡˌɛɾɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈʌpɹaɪt. aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðætðə hˈændi mˈæn hæd tˈoʊld ˌʌs tɹˈiːz wɜː lˈaɪɪŋ ɪn ˈɔːl dᵻɹˈɛkʃənz ˈaʊt ɪnðə mˈeɪn ɹˈoʊd. aɪ dᵻsˈaɪdᵻd tə klˈaɪm stˈɪl hˈaɪɚɹ ˌʌp ðə hˈɪl ænd sˈiː wʌt maɪ ˈoʊn wˈʊdz lˈʊkt lˈaɪk.