text_original: At our feet, across the wooded bottom, was the Kaskaskia River, and beyond, the peaceful little French village with its low houses and orchards and gardens colored by the touch of the evening light.
text_transcription: AT OUR FEET ACROSS THE WOODEN BOTTOM WAS THE CASCASCCHIO RIVER AND BEYOND THE PEACEFUL LITTLE FRENCH VILLAGE WITH ITS LOW HOUSES AND ORCHARDS AND GARDENS COLOURED BY THE TOUCH OF THE EVENING LIGHT
phonemes: æɾ ˌaʊɚ fˈiːt, əkɹˌɑːs ðə wˈʊdᵻd bˈɑːɾəm, wʌzðə kæskˈæskiə ɹˈɪvɚ, ænd bᵻjˈɔnd, ðə pˈiːsfəl lˈɪɾəl fɹˈɛntʃ vˈɪlɪdʒ wɪð ɪts lˈoʊ hˈaʊzᵻz ænd ˈɔːɹtʃɚdz ænd ɡˈɑːɹdənz kˈʌlɚd baɪ ðə tˈʌtʃ ʌvðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ lˈaɪt.