text_original: Their war paint gleamed in the light, and the white edges of the feathered head dresses caught the sun. One held up in his right hand a white belt,  token of peace on the frontier.
text_transcription: THEIR WAR PAINT GLEAMED IN THE LIGHT AND THE WHITE EDGES OF THE FEATHERED HEAD DRESSES CAUGHT THE SUN ONE HELD UP IN HIS RIGHT HAND A WHITE BELT TOKEN OF PEACE ON THE FRONTIER
phonemes: ðɛɹ wˈɔːɹ pˈeɪnt ɡlˈiːmd ɪnðə lˈaɪt, ænd ðə wˈaɪt ˈɛdʒᵻz ʌvðə fˈɛðɚd hˈɛd dɹˈɛsᵻz kˈɔːt ðə sˈʌn. wˈʌn hˈɛld ˌʌp ɪn hɪz ɹˈaɪt hˈænd ɐ wˈaɪt bˈɛlt,  tˈoʊkən ʌv pˈiːs ɔnðə fɹʌntˈɪɹ.