text_original: We were now on the hills whence the water ran down to nourish the fat land, and I could scarce believe that the garden spot on which our eyes feasted could be the scene of the blood and suffering of which we had heard.
text_transcription: WE WERE NOW ON THE HILLS WHENCE THE WATER RAN DOWN TO NOURISH THE FAT LAND AND I COULD SCARCE BELIEVE THAT THE GARDEN SPOT ON WHICH OUR EYES FEASTED COULD BE THE SCENE OF THE BLOOD AND SUFFERING OF WHICH WE HAD HEARD
phonemes: wiː wɜː nˈaʊ ɔnðə hˈɪlz wˈɛns ðə wˈɔːɾɚ ɹˈæn dˌaʊn tə nˈɜːɹɪʃ ðə fˈæt lˈænd, ænd aɪ kʊd skˈɛɹs bᵻlˈiːv ðætðə ɡˈɑːɹdən spˈɑːt ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz fˈiːstᵻd kʊd biː ðə sˈiːn ʌvðə blˈʌd ænd sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ ʌvwˈɪtʃ wiː hæd hˈɜːd.