text_original: Clark sat alone, a little apart, silent save a word now and then in a low tone to Monsieur Gratiot or Captain Bowman. Here was an odd assortment of the races which had overrun the new world.
text_transcription: CLARK SAT ALONE A LITTLE APART SILENT SAVE A WORD NOW AND THEN IN A LOW TONE TO MONSIEUR GRATIER OR CAPTAIN BOWMAN HERE WAS AN ODD ASSORTMENT OF THE RACES WHICH HAD OVERRUN THE NEW WORLD
phonemes: klˈɑːɹk sˈæt ɐlˈoʊn, ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɐpˈɑːɹt, sˈaɪlənt sˈeɪv ɐ wˈɜːd nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn ɪn ɐ lˈoʊ tˈoʊn tə məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət ɔːɹ kˈæptɪn bˈoʊmən. hˈɪɹ wʌz ɐn ˈɑːd ɐsˈɔːɹtmənt ʌvðə ɹˈeɪsᵻz wˌɪtʃ hæd ˌoʊvɚɹˈʌn ðə nˈuː wˈɜːld.