text_original: The next morning we took up our march silently with the dawn, the prairie grouse whirring ahead of us. At last, as afternoon drew on, a dark line of green edged the prairie to the westward, and our spirits rose.
text_transcription: THE NEXT MORNING WE TOOK UP OUR MARCH SILENTLY WITH THE DAWN THE PRAIRIE GROUSE CARING AHEAD OF US AT LAST AS AFTERNOON DREW ON A DARK LINE OF GREEN EDGED THE PRAIRIE TO THE WESTWARD AND OUR SPIRITS ROSE
phonemes: ðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wiː tˈʊk ˌʌp ˌaʊɚ mˈɑːɹtʃ sˈaɪləntli wɪððə dˈɔːn, ðə pɹˈɛɹi ɡɹˈaʊs wˈɜːɹɪŋ ɐhˈɛd ʌv ˌʌs. æt lˈæst, æz ˌæftɚnˈuːn dɹˈuː ˈɔn, ɐ dˈɑːɹk lˈaɪn ʌv ɡɹˈiːn ˈɛdʒd ðə pɹˈɛɹi tə ðə wˈɛstwɚd, ænd ˌaʊɚ spˈɪɹɪts ɹˈoʊz.