text_original: "Words would not restore it, and I wasted none; but next morning rose early, and, hatchet in hand, went to the parent tree, climbed on a fence and cut off a limb, which I dragged home, feel  ing glad that anything had brought me a walk on such a glorious morning.
text_transcription: WORDS WOULD NOT RESTORE IT AND I WASTED NONE BUT NEXT MORNING ROSE EARLY AND HATCHET IN HAND WENT TO THE PARENT TREE CLIMBED ON A FENCE AND CUT OFF A LIMB WHICH I DRAGGED HOME FEELING GLAD THAT ANYTHING HAD BROUGHT ME A WALK IN SUCH A GLORIOUS MORNING
phonemes: "wˈɜːdz wʊd nˌɑːt ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ ɪt, ænd aɪ wˈeɪstᵻd nˈʌn; bˌʌt nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɹˈoʊz ˈɜːli, ænd, hˈætʃɪt ɪn hˈænd, wɛnt tə ðə pˈɛɹənt tɹˈiː, klˈaɪmd ˌɔn ɐ fˈɛns ænd kˈʌt ˈɔf ɐ lˈɪm, wˌɪtʃ aɪ dɹˈæɡd hˈoʊm, fˈiːl ˈɪŋ ɡlˈæd ðæt ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ hæd bɹˈɔːt mˌiː ɐ wˈɔːk ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs mˈɔːɹnɪŋ.