text_original: Again we toiled for hours through the coffee colored waters of the swamps. But the third day brought us to the first of those strange clearings which the French call prairies, where the long grass ripples like a lake in the summer wind.
text_transcription: AGAIN WE TOILED FOR HOURS THROUGH THE COFFEE COLORED WATERS OF THE SWAMPS BUT THE THIRD DAY BROUGHT US TO THE FIRST OF THOSE STRANGE CLEARINGS WHICH THE FRENCH CALL PRAIRIES WHERE THE LONG GRASS RIPPLES LIKE A LAKE IN THE SUMMER WIND
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn wiː tˈɔɪld fɔːɹ ˈaʊɚz θɹuː ðə kˈɔfi kˈʌlɚd wˈɔːɾɚz ʌvðə swˈɑːmps. bˌʌt ðə θˈɜːd dˈeɪ bɹˈɔːt ˌʌs tə ðə fˈɜːst ʌv ðoʊz stɹˈeɪndʒ klˈɪɹɪŋz wˌɪtʃ ðə fɹˈɛntʃ kˈɔːl pɹˈɛɹiz, wˌɛɹ ðə lˈɔŋ ɡɹˈæs ɹˈɪpəlz lˈaɪk ɐ lˈeɪk ɪnðə sˈʌmɚ wˈɪnd.