text_original: Thanksgiving morning was a cold one, but clear. More snow had fallen, and the deep, feathery whiteness stretched away until lost in the dark background of the pines and spruces.
text_transcription: THANKSGIVING MORNING WAS A COLD ONE BUT CLEAR MORE SNOW HAD FALLEN AND THE DEEP FEATHERY WHITENESS STRETCHED AWAY UNTIL LOST IN THE DARK BACKGROUND OF THE PINES AND SPRUCES
phonemes: θˈæŋksɡɪvɪŋ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wʌzɐ kˈoʊld wˌʌn, bˌʌt klˈɪɹ. mˈɔːɹ snˈoʊ hæd fˈɔːlən, ænd ðə dˈiːp, fˈɛðɚɹi wˈaɪtnəs stɹˈɛtʃt ɐwˈeɪ ʌntˈɪl lˈɔst ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk bˈækɡɹaʊnd ʌvðə pˈaɪnz ænd spɹˈuːsᵻz.