text_original: He raised his sharp nose and looked at us dewily. We turned down, padding softly in the wet fox red drifts under the beechtrees, whereon the last leaves still flickered out in the darkening whiteness, that now seemed so little eerie. We passed the grey green skeleton of the farm yard gate.
text_transcription: HE RAISED HIS SHARP NOSE AND LOOKED AT US DEWILY WE TURNED DOWN PATTING SOFTLY IN THE WET FOX RED DRIFT UNDER THE BEECH TREES WHEREON THE LAST LEAVES STILL FLICKERED OUT IN THE DARKENING WHITENESS THAT NOW SEEMED SO LITTLE EERIE WE PASSED THE GRAY GREEN SKELETON OF THE FARMYARD GATE
phonemes: hiː ɹˈeɪzd hɪz ʃˈɑːɹp nˈoʊz ænd lˈʊkt æɾ ˌʌs dˈuːili. wiː tˈɜːnd dˈaʊn, pˈædɪŋ sˈɔftli ɪnðə wˈɛt fˈɑːks ɹˈɛd dɹˈɪfts ˌʌndɚ ðə bˈiːtʃtɹiːz, wˈɛɹɑːn ðə lˈæst lˈiːvz stˈɪl flˈɪkɚd ˈaʊt ɪnðə dˈɑːɹkənɪŋ wˈaɪtnəs, ðæt nˈaʊ sˈiːmd sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl ˈɪɹi. wiː pˈæst ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ɡɹˈiːn skˈɛlᵻtən ʌvðə fˈɑːɹm jˈɑːɹd ɡˈeɪt.