text_original: What a work it was, tumbling over stone edgings one forgot were there, tripping over tree trunks and logs—the whole place seemed strewn with obstacles one never noticed until the snow covered them over.
text_transcription: WHAT A WORK IT WAS TUMBLING OVER STONE EDGINGS ONE FORGOT WERE THERE TRIPPING OVER TREE TRUNKS AND LOGS THE WHOLE PLACE SEEMED STREWN WITH OBSTACLES ONE NEVER NOTICED UNTIL THE SNOW COVERED THEM OVER
phonemes: wˌʌt ɐ wˈɜːk ɪt wˈʌz, tˈʌmblɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ stˈoʊn ˈɛdʒɪŋz wˈʌn fɚɡˈɑːt wɜː ðˈɛɹ, tɹˈɪpɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ tɹˈiː tɹˈʌŋks ænd lˈɔɡz—ðə hˈoʊl plˈeɪs sˈiːmd stɹˈuːn wɪð ˈɑːbstəkəlz wˈʌn nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊɾɪst ʌntˈɪl ðə snˈoʊ kˈʌvɚd ðˌɛm ˈoʊvɚ.