text_original: Also, the wind that sweeps continually over our hills, for instance, dries up the rubbish pile—unless it be actually raining; we seldom get that dank sodden stuff that is the bane of the town gardener.
text_transcription: ALSO THE WIND THAT SWEEPS CONTINUALLY OVER OUR HILLS FOR INSTANCE DRIES UP THE RUBBISH PILE UNLESS IT BE ACTUALLY RAINING WE SELDOM GET THAT DANK SODDEN STUFF THAT IS THE BANE OF THE TOWN GARDENER
phonemes: ˈɔːlsoʊ, ðə wˈɪnd ðæt swˈiːps kəntˈɪnjuːəli ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ hˈɪlz, fɔːɹ ˈɪnstəns, dɹˈaɪz ˌʌp ðə ɹˈʌbɪʃ pˈaɪl—ʌnlˈɛs ɪt biː ˈæktʃuːəli ɹˈeɪnɪŋ; wiː sˈɛldəm ɡɛt ðæt dˈæŋk sˈɑːdən stˈʌf ðæt ɪz ðə bˈeɪn ʌvðə tˈaʊn ɡˈɑːɹdənɚ.