text_original: Within the hour Colonel Clark and Tom and myself were riding over the dusty trace that wound westward across the common lands of the village, which was known as the Fort Chartres road. The heat haze shimmered in the distance, and there was no sound in plain or village save the tinkle of a cowbell from the clumps of shade.
text_transcription: WITHIN THE HOUR COLONEL CLARK AND TOM AND MYSELF WERE RIDING OVER THE DUSTY TRACE THAT WOUND WESTWARD ACROSS THE COMMON LANDS OF THE VILLAGE WHICH WAS KNOWN AS THE FORT CART ROAD THE HEAT HAY SIMMERED IN THE DISTANCE AND THERE WAS NO SOUND IN PLAIN OR VILLAGE SAVE THE TINKLE OF A COW BELL FROM THE CLUMPS OF SHADE
phonemes: wɪðˌɪn ðɪ ˈaʊɚ kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk ænd tˈɑːm ænd maɪsˈɛlf wɜː ɹˈaɪdɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə dˈʌsti tɹˈeɪs ðæt wˈuːnd wˈɛstwɚd əkɹˌɑːs ðə kˈɑːmən lˈændz ʌvðə vˈɪlɪdʒ, wˌɪtʃ wʌz nˈoʊn æz ðə fˈɔːɹt ʃˈɑːɹɾɚz ɹˈoʊd. ðə hˈiːt hˈeɪz ʃˈɪmɚd ɪnðə dˈɪstəns, ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd ɪn plˈeɪn ɔːɹ vˈɪlɪdʒ sˈeɪv ðə tˈɪŋkəl əvə kˈaʊbɛl fɹʌmðə klˈʌmps ʌv ʃˈeɪd.