text_original: Night was settling down over the woods. An old half breed woman was tending the fire in the one room of the shack, and on the wretched bed lay a fair faced woman, the young wife and mother, who looked wistfully out at the bleak woods, white with the first snow, then turned her wan, pale face toward the tiny bundle at her side.
text_transcription: NIGHT WAS SETTLING DOWN OVER THE WOODS AN OLD HALF BREED WOMAN WAS TENDING THE FIRE IN ONE ROOM OF THE SHACK AND ON THE WRETCHED BED LAY A FAIR FACED WOMAN THE YOUNG WIFE AND MOTHER WHO LOOKED WISTFULLY OUT AT THE BLEAK WOODS WHITE WITH THE FIRST SNOW THEN TURNED HER WAN PALE FACE TOWARD THE TINY BUNDLE AT HER SIDE
phonemes: nˈaɪt wʌz sˈɛɾəlɪŋ dˌaʊn ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈʊdz. ɐn ˈoʊld hˈæf bɹˈiːd wˈʊmən wʌz tˈɛndɪŋ ðə fˈaɪɚɹ ɪnðə wˈʌn ɹˈuːm ʌvðə ʃˈæk, ænd ɔnðə ɹˈɛtʃᵻd bˈɛd lˈeɪ ɐ fˈɛɹ fˈeɪsd wˈʊmən, ðə jˈʌŋ wˈaɪf ænd mˈʌðɚ, hˌuː lˈʊkt wˈɪstfəli ˈaʊt æt ðə blˈiːk wˈʊdz, wˈaɪt wɪððə fˈɜːst snˈoʊ, ðˈɛn tˈɜːnd hɜː wˈæn, pˈeɪl fˈeɪs təwˈɔːɹd ðə tˈaɪni bˈʌndəl æt hɜː sˈaɪd.