text_original: Lifeless lakes filled the depressions, and through them we waded mile after mile ankle deep. There was a little cavalcade mounted on the tiny French ponies, and sometimes I rode with these; but oftenest Cowan or Tom would fling me, drum and all, on his shoulder.
text_transcription: LIFELESS LAKES FILLED THE DEPRESSIONS AND THROUGH THEM WE WADED MILE AFTER MILE ANKLE DEEP THERE WAS A LITTLE CAVALCADE MOUNTED ON THE TINY FRENCH PONIES AND SOMETIMES I RODE WITH THESE BUT OFTENEST COWAN OR TOM WOULD FLING ME DRUM AND ALL ON HIS SHOULDER
phonemes: lˈaɪfləs lˈeɪks fˈɪld ðə dᵻpɹˈɛʃənz, ænd θɹuː ðˌɛm wiː wˈeɪdᵻd mˈaɪl ˈæftɚ mˈaɪl ˈæŋkəl dˈiːp. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈɪɾəl kˈævɐlkˌeɪd mˈaʊntᵻd ɔnðə tˈaɪni fɹˈɛntʃ pˈoʊniz, ænd sˈʌmtaɪmz aɪ ɹˈoʊd wɪð ðˈiːz; bˌʌt ˈɔfiːnɪst kˈaʊən ɔːɹ tˈɑːm wʊd flˈɪŋ mˌiː, dɹˈʌm ænd ˈɔːl, ˌɔn hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ.