text_original: Within, when he was in Kaskaskia, Monsieur Vigo was wont to sit behind his rough walnut table, writing with a fine quill, or dispensing the news of the villages to the priest and other prominent citizens, or haggling with persistent blanketed braves over canoe loads of ill smelling pelts which they brought down from the green forests of the north.
text_transcription: WITHIN WHEN HE WAS IN CASCASCHIA MONSIOR VIGO WAS WONT TO SIT BEHIND HIS ROUGH WALNUT TABLE WRITING WITH A FINE QUILL OR DISPENSING THE NEWS OF THE VILLAGES TO THE PRIEST AND OTHER PROMINENT CITIZENS OR HAGGLING WITH PERSISTENT BLANKETED BRAVES OVER CANOE LOADS OF ILL SMELLING PELTS WHICH THEY BROUGHT DOWN FROM THE GREEN FOREST OF THE NORTH
phonemes: wɪðˈɪn, wˌɛn hiː wʌz ɪn kæskˈæskiə, məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊ wʌz wˈɔnt tə sˈɪt bᵻhˌaɪnd hɪz ɹˈʌf wˈɔːlnʌt tˈeɪbəl, ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ wɪð ɐ fˈaɪn kwˈɪl, ɔːɹ dɪspˈɛnsɪŋ ðə nˈuːz ʌvðə vˈɪlɪdʒᵻz tə ðə pɹˈiːst ænd ˈʌðɚ pɹˈɑːmɪnənt sˈɪɾɪzənz, ɔːɹ hˈæɡlɪŋ wɪð pɚsˈɪstənt blˈæŋkɪɾᵻd bɹˈeɪvz ˌoʊvɚ kənˈuː lˈoʊdz ʌv ˈɪl smˈɛlɪŋ pˈɛlts wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ bɹˈɔːt dˌaʊn fɹʌmðə ɡɹˈiːn fˈɔːɹɪsts ʌvðə nˈɔːɹθ.