text_original: "Joe," said his wife, suddenly, "where are you going?" "I'm going to try for help, Nan. We're out of nigh everything, and my foot no better." "You can't do it, Joe. You  you'll die, if you try, Joe, alone in the woods. Oh, Joe!" The look of hope that had never wholly left the woman's eyes was slowly fading out.
text_transcription: JOE SAID THE WIFE SUDDENLY WHERE YOU GOING I'M GOING TO TRY FOR HELP NAN WE'RE OUT O NIGH EVERYTHING AND MY FOOT NO BETTER HE CAN'T DO IT JOE YOU YOU'LL DIE IF YOU TRY JOE ALONE IN THE WOODS OH JOE THE LOOK OF HOPE THAT HAD NEVER WHOLLY LEFT THE WOMAN'S EYES WAS SLOWLY FADING OUT
phonemes: "dʒˈoʊ," sˈɛd hɪz wˈaɪf, sˈʌdənli, "wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ juː ɡˈoʊɪŋ?" "aɪm ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə tɹˈaɪ fɔːɹ hˈɛlp, nˈæn. wɪɹ ˌaʊɾəv nˈaɪ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ, ænd maɪ fˈʊt nˈoʊ bˈɛɾɚ." "juː kˈænt dˈuː ɪt, dʒˈoʊ. juː juːl dˈaɪ, ɪf juː tɹˈaɪ, dʒˈoʊ, ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə wˈʊdz. ˈoʊ, dʒˈoʊ!" ðə lˈʊk ʌv hˈoʊp ðæt hæd nˈɛvɚ hˈoʊli lˈɛft ðə wˈʊmənz ˈaɪz wʌz slˈoʊli fˈeɪdɪŋ ˈaʊt.