text_original: As the sun got up in the heavens and the wind fell, the cupola became a bake oven. But I scarcely felt the heat. My whole soul was out in the bay, pent up with the men in the fort.
text_transcription: AS THE SUN GOT UP IN THE HEAVENS AND THE WIND FELL THE CUPOLA BECAME A BAKE OVEN BUT I SCARCELY FELT THE HEAT MY WHOLE SOUL WAS OUT IN THE BAY PENT UP WITH THE MEN IN THE FORT
phonemes: æz ðə sˈʌn ɡɑːt ˌʌp ɪnðə hˈɛvənz ænd ðə wˈɪnd fˈɛl, ðə kjuːpˈoʊlə bɪkˌeɪm ɐ bˈeɪk ˈʌvən. bˌʌt aɪ skˈɛɹsli fˈɛlt ðə hˈiːt. maɪ hˈoʊl sˈoʊl wʌz ˈaʊt ɪnðə bˈeɪ, pˈɛnt ˌʌp wɪððə mˈɛn ɪnðə fˈɔːɹt.