text_original: "As I went by Wassaw," he says, " my friend, the old Pastor Mulert, was standing at the door of the Presbytery and nodded to me in a friendly way.
text_transcription: AS I WENT BY VASSA HE SAYS MY FRIEND THE OLD PASTURE MULAT WAS STANDING AT THE DOOR OF THE PRESBYTERY AND NODDED TO ME IN A FRIENDLY WAY
phonemes: "æz aɪ wɛnt baɪ wˈɑːsɔː," hiː sˈɛz, " maɪ fɹˈɛnd, ðɪ ˈoʊld pˈæstɚ mjˈʊlɚt, wʌz stˈændɪŋ æt ðə dˈɔːɹ ʌvðə pɹˈɛzbɪɾɚɹi ænd nˈɑːdᵻd tə mˌiː ɪn ɐ fɹˈɛndli wˈeɪ.