text_original: On the highest land the farmer was mending a fence. She could hear the strokes of his mallet as he drove the stakes into the ground. As Rhoda drew near, she stood still and looked at him  a hale, handsome man, whose face, fringed by an iron grey beard, was like a rosy russet apple set in grey lichen. His smock frock showed white against the dark background of brown trees.
text_transcription: ON THE HIGHEST LAND THE FARMER WAS MENDING A FENCE SHE COULD HEAR THE STROKES OF HIS MALLET AS HE DROVE THE STAKES INTO THE GROUND AS RHODA DREW NEAR SHE STOOD STILL AND LOOKED AT HIM A HALE HANDSOME MAN WHOSE FACE FRINGED BY AN IRON GRAY BEARD WAS LIKE A ROSY RUSSET APPLE SET IN GRAY LICHEN HIS SMOCK FROCK SHOWED WHITE AGAINST THE DARK BACKGROUND OF BROWN TREES
phonemes: ɔnðə hˈaɪɪst lˈænd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ wʌz mˈɛndɪŋ ɐ fˈɛns. ʃiː kʊd hˈɪɹ ðə stɹˈoʊks ʌv hɪz mˈælɪt æz hiː dɹˈoʊv ðə stˈeɪks ˌɪntʊ ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd. æz ɹˈoʊdə dɹˈuː nˈɪɹ, ʃiː stˈʊd stˈɪl ænd lˈʊkt æt hˌɪm ɐ hˈeɪl, hˈændsʌm mˈæn, hˌuːz fˈeɪs, fɹˈɪndʒd baɪ ɐn ˈaɪɚn ɡɹˈeɪ bˈɪɹd, wʌz lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈoʊzi ɹˈʌsɛt ˈæpəl sˈɛt ɪn ɡɹˈeɪ lˈaɪkən. hɪz smˈɑːk fɹˈɑːk ʃˈoʊd wˈaɪt ɐɡˈɛnst ðə dˈɑːɹk bˈækɡɹaʊnd ʌv bɹˈaʊn tɹˈiːz.