text_original: I learned to hate Hamilton with the rest, and pictured him with the visage of a fiend. We laid at his door every outrage that had happened at the three stations, and put upon him the blood of those who had been carried off to torture in the Indian villages of the northern forests.
text_transcription: I LEARNED TO HATE HAMILTON WITH THE REST AND PICTURED HIM WITH THE VISAGE OF A FIEND WE LAID AT HIS DOOR EVERY OUTRAGE THAT HAD HAPPENED AT THE THREE STATIONS AND PUT UPON HIM THE BLOOD OF THOSE WHO HAD BEEN CARRIED OFF TO TORTURE IN THE INDIAN VILLAGES OF THE NORTHERN FORESTS
phonemes: aɪ lˈɜːnd tə hˈeɪt hˈæməltən wɪððə ɹˈɛst, ænd pˈɪktʃɚd hˌɪm wɪððə vˈɪzɪdʒ əvə fˈiːnd. wiː lˈeɪd æt hɪz dˈɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi ˈaʊtɹeɪdʒ ðæt hæd hˈæpənd æt ðə θɹˈiː stˈeɪʃənz, ænd pˌʊt əpˌɑːn hˌɪm ðə blˈʌd ʌv ðoʊz hˌuː hɐdbɪn kˈæɹid ˈɔf tə tˈɔːɹtʃɚɹ ɪnðɪ ˈɪndiən vˈɪlɪdʒᵻz ʌvðə nˈɔːɹðɚn fˈɔːɹɪsts.