text_original: Every twig, every cone, had its glistening decoration. When a gust of wind shook tree or branches, down came the snow, in powder for the most part, for the under branches broke the masses as they fell, and sent them flying in all directions.
text_transcription: EVERY TWIG EVERY CONE HAD ITS GLISTENING DECORATION WHEN A GUST OF WIND SHOOK TREE OR BRANCHES DOWN CAME THE SNOW IN POWDER FOR THE MOST PART FOR THE UNDER BRANCHES BROKE THE MASSES AS THEY FELL AND SENT THEM FLYING IN ALL DIRECTIONS
phonemes: ˈɛvɹi twˈɪɡ, ˈɛvɹi kˈoʊn, hæd ɪts ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ dˌɛkɚɹˈeɪʃən. wˌɛn ɐ ɡˈʌst ʌv wˈɪnd ʃˈʊk tɹˈiː ɔːɹ bɹˈæntʃᵻz, dˌaʊn kˈeɪm ðə snˈoʊ, ɪn pˈaʊdɚ fɚðə mˈoʊst pˈɑːɹt, fɚðɪ ˌʌndɚ bɹˈæntʃᵻz bɹˈoʊk ðə mˈæsᵻz æz ðeɪ fˈɛl, ænd sˈɛnt ðˌɛm flˈaɪɪŋ ɪn ˈɔːl dᵻɹˈɛkʃənz.