text_original: I call it kind o' providential," said Sol, giving a hoist to his breeches by means of a tug at his suspenders, which gesture was his usual indication that he was girding up the loins of his mind for an immediate piece of work; and, turning forthwith, he brought in a mighty armful of wood, with massive back log and fore stick, well grizzled and bearded with the moss that showed that they were but yesterday living children of the forest.
text_transcription: I CALL IT KIND OF PROVIDENTIAL SAID SAUL GIVING A HOIST TO HIS BREECHES BY MEANS OF A TUG AT HIS SUSPENDERS WHICH GESTURE WAS HIS USUAL INDICATION THAT HE WAS GIRDING UP THE LOINS OF HIS MIND FOR AN IMMEDIATE PIECE OF WORK AND TURNING FORTHWITH HE BROUGHT IN A MIGHTY ARMFUL OF WOOD WITH MASSIVE BACK LOG AND FORE STICK WELL GRIZZLED AND BEARDED WITH THE MOSS THAT SHOWED THAT THEY WERE BUT YESTERDAY LIVING CHILDREN OF THE FOREST
phonemes: aɪ kˈɔːl ɪt kˈaɪnd ˈoʊ pɹˌɑːvɪdˈɛnʃəl," sˈɛd sˈɑːl, ɡˈɪvɪŋ ɐ hˈɔɪst tə hɪz bɹˈiːtʃᵻz baɪ mˈiːnz əvə tˈʌɡ æt hɪz səspˈɛndɚz, wˌɪtʃ dʒˈɛstʃɚ wʌz hɪz jˈuːʒuːəl ˌɪndɪkˈeɪʃən ðæt hiː wʌz ɡˈɜːdɪŋ ˌʌp ðə lˈɔɪnz ʌv hɪz mˈaɪnd fɚɹən ɪmˈiːdɪət pˈiːs ʌv wˈɜːk; ænd, tˈɜːnɪŋ fˈɔːɹθwɪθ, hiː bɹˈɔːt ɪn ɐ mˈaɪɾi ˈɑːɹmfəl ʌv wˈʊd, wɪð mˈæsɪv bˈæk lˈɔɡ ænd fˈɔːɹ stˈɪk, wˈɛl ɡɹˈɪzəld ænd bˈɪɹdᵻd wɪððə mˈɔs ðæt ʃˈoʊd ðæt ðeɪ wɜː bˌʌt jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ lˈɪvɪŋ tʃˈɪldɹən ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɪst.