text_original: From the ramparts of Fort Chartres (once one of the mighty chain of strongholds to protect a new France, and now deserted like Massacre), I gazed for the first time in awe at the turgid flood of the Mississippi, and at the lands of the Spanish king beyond.
text_transcription: FROM THE RAMPARTS OF FORT CART ONCE ONE OF THE MIGHTY CHAIN OF STRONGHOLES TO PROTECT A NEW FRANCE AND NOW DESERTED LIKE MASSACRE I GAZED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN AWE AT THE TURGID FLOOD OF THE MISSISSIPPI AND AT THE LANDS OF THE SPANISH KING BEYOND
phonemes: fɹʌmðə ɹˈæmpɑːɹts ʌv fˈɔːɹt ʃˈɑːɹɾɚz (wˈʌns wˈʌn ʌvðə mˈaɪɾi tʃˈeɪn ʌv stɹˈɔŋhoʊldz tə pɹətˈɛkt ɐ nˈuː fɹˈæns, ænd nˈaʊ dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd lˈaɪk mˈæsəkɚ), aɪ ɡˈeɪzd fɚðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm ɪn ˈɔː æt ðə tˈɜːdʒɪd flˈʌd ʌvðə mˌɪsɪsˈɪpi, ænd æt ðə lˈændz ʌvðə spˈænɪʃ kˈɪŋ bᵻjˈɔnd.