text_original: On the 6th of June, 1838, the white frost lay on the west side of Pittsburg roofs as we steamed away from her wharf, bound for Louisville, where my husband proposed going into a business already established by his brother Samuel.
text_transcription: ON THE SIXTH OF JUNE EIGHTEEN THIRTY EIGHT THE WHITE FROST LAY ON THE WEST SIDE OF PITTSBURG ROOFS AS WE STEAMED AWAY FROM HER WHARF BOUND FOR LOUISVILLE WHERE MY HUSBAND PROPOSED GOING INTO A BUSINESS ALREADY ESTABLISHED BY HIS BROTHER SAMUEL
phonemes: ɔnðə sˈɪksθ ʌv dʒˈuːn, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt, ðə wˈaɪt fɹˈɔst lˈeɪ ɔnðə wˈɛst sˈaɪd ʌv pˈɪtsbɜːɡ ɹˈuːfs æz wiː stˈiːmd ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm hɜː wˈɔːɹf, bˈaʊnd fɔːɹ lˈuːizvˌɪl, wˌɛɹ maɪ hˈʌsbənd pɹəpˈoʊzd ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɐ bˈɪznəs ɔːlɹˌɛdi ɪstˈæblɪʃt baɪ hɪz bɹˈʌðɚ sˈæmjuːl.