text_original: A brisk wind was blowing; the brown leaves fled before it, as the hosts of the Amorites before the sword of Joshua. In dire confusion they hurried along over soft turf and stony ground. It was a day on which all things seemed to be astir. Crows were cawing, and flying from tree to tree; magpies flashed across the road; flocks of small birds assembled on the sear hedges.
text_transcription: A BRISK WIND WAS BLOWING THE BROWN LEAVES FLED BEFORE IT AS THE HOSTS OF THE AMMONITES BEFORE THE SWORD OF JOSHUA IN DIRE CONFUSION THEY HURRIED ALONG OVER SOFT TURF AND STONY GROUND IT WAS A DAY ON WHICH ALL THINGS SEEMED TO BE ASTIR CROWS WERE CAWING AND FLYING FROM TREE TO TREE MAGPIES FLASHED ACROSS THE ROAD FLOCKS OF SMALL BIRDS ASSEMBLED ON THE SEAR HEDGES
phonemes: ɐ bɹˈɪsk wˈɪnd wʌz blˈoʊɪŋ; ðə bɹˈaʊn lˈiːvz flˈɛd bᵻfˈɔːɹ ɪt, æz ðə hˈoʊsts ʌvðɪ ˈæmɔːɹˌaɪts bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə sˈɔːɹd ʌv dʒˈɑːʃjuːə. ɪn dˈaɪɚ kənfjˈuːʒən ðeɪ hˈɜːɹid ɐlˈɔŋ ˌoʊvɚ sˈɔft tˈɜːf ænd stˈoʊni ɡɹˈaʊnd. ɪt wʌzɐ dˈeɪ ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz sˈiːmd təbi ɐstˈɜː. kɹˈoʊz wɜː kˈɔːɪŋ, ænd flˈaɪɪŋ fɹʌm tɹˈiː tə tɹˈiː; mˈæɡpaɪz flˈæʃt əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɹˈoʊd; flˈɑːks ʌv smˈɔːl bˈɜːdz ɐsˈɛmbəld ɔnðə sˈɪɹ hˈɛdʒᵻz.