text_original: A wavering line of smoke rose over the roof of the little old shack in the woods. Bennett was winding rags round the armpieces of the rough crutches. He had dragged in some short limbs the day before for fuel, but in so doing had broken open the wound, which gave him excruciating pain.
text_transcription: A WAVERING LINE OF SMOKE ROSE OVER THE ROOF OF THE LITTLE OLD SHACK IN THE WOODS BENNETT WAS WINDING RAGS ROUND THE ARM PIECES OF THE ROUGH CRUTCHES HE HAD DRAGGED IN SOME SHORT LIMBS THE DAY BEFORE FOR FUEL BUT IN DOING SO HAD BROKEN OPEN THE WOUND WHICH GAVE HIM EXCRUCIATING PAIN
phonemes: ɐ wˈeɪvɚɹɪŋ lˈaɪn ʌv smˈoʊk ɹˈoʊz ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈuːf ʌvðə lˈɪɾəl ˈoʊld ʃˈæk ɪnðə wˈʊdz. bˈɛnɪt wʌz wˈaɪndɪŋ ɹˈæɡz ɹˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈɑːɹmpiːsᵻz ʌvðə ɹˈʌf kɹˈʌtʃᵻz. hiː hæd dɹˈæɡd ɪn sˌʌm ʃˈɔːɹt lˈɪmz ðə dˈeɪ bᵻfˌɔːɹ fɔːɹ fjˈuːəl, bˌʌt ɪn sˌoʊ dˌuːɪŋ hæd bɹˈoʊkən ˈoʊpən ðə wˈuːnd, wˌɪtʃ ɡˈeɪv hˌɪm ɛkskɹˈuːʃɪˌeɪɾɪŋ pˈeɪn.