text_original: I can see her now, standing among the women by the great hewn gateposts, with little Tom in her arms, holding him out to us as we filed by. And the vision of his little, round face haunted Tom and me for many weary miles of our tramp through the wilderness.
text_transcription: I CAN SEE HER NOW STANDING AMONG THE WOMEN BY THE GREAT HEWN GATE COATS WITH LITTLE TOM IN HER ARMS HOLDING HIM OUT TO US AS WE FILED BY AND THE VISION OF HIS LITTLE ROUND FACE HAUNTED TOM AND ME FOR MANY WEARY MILES OF OUR TRAMP THROUGH THE WILDERNESS
phonemes: aɪ kæn sˈiː hɜː nˈaʊ, stˈændɪŋ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə wˈɪmɪn baɪ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt hjˈuːn ɡˈeɪtpoʊsts, wɪð lˈɪɾəl tˈɑːm ɪn hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz, hˈoʊldɪŋ hˌɪm ˈaʊt tʊ ˌʌs æz wiː fˈaɪld bˈaɪ. ænd ðə vˈɪʒən ʌv hɪz lˈɪɾəl, ɹˈaʊnd fˈeɪs hˈɔːntᵻd tˈɑːm ænd mˌiː fɔːɹ mˈɛni wˈɪɹi mˈaɪlz ʌv ˌaʊɚ tɹˈæmp θɹuː ðə wˈɪldɚnəs.