text_original: The evening faded into twilight, with no signs of weariness from the dancers. And presently there stood beside us Jean Baptiste Lenoir, the Colonel's miller. "B'soir, Monsieur le Colonel," he said, touching his skull cap, "the water is very low. You fren'," he added, turning to me, "he stay long time in St. Louis?" "He is going away to night,  in an hour or so," I answered, with thanksgiving in my heart.
text_transcription: THE EVENING FADED INTO TWILIGHT WITH NO SIGNS OF WEARINESS FROM THE DANCERS AND PRESENTLY THERE STOOD BESIDE US JEAN BATISTE LENORE THE COLONEL'S MILLER BOS MONSIEUR LE CONE HE SAID TOUCHING HIS SKULL CAP THE WATER IS VERY LOW YOU FRIEND HE ADDED TURNING TO ME HE STAY LONG TIME IN SAINT LOUIS HE'S GOING AWAY TO NIGHT IN AN HOUR OR SO I ANSWERED WITH THANKSGIVING IN MY HEART
phonemes: ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ fˈeɪdᵻd ˌɪntʊ twˈaɪlaɪt, wɪð nˈoʊ sˈaɪnz ʌv wˈɪɹinəs fɹʌmðə dˈænsɚz. ænd pɹˈɛzəntli ðɛɹ stˈʊd bᵻsˌaɪd ˌʌs dʒˈiːn bæptˈiːst lˈɛnwɑːɹ, ðə kˈɜːnəlz mˈɪlɚ. "bˈiːswˈɑːɹ, məsjˈɜː lə kˈɜːnəl," hiː sˈɛd, tˈʌtʃɪŋ hɪz skˈʌl kˈæp, "ðə wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪz vˈɛɹi lˈoʊ. juː fɹˈɛn," hiː ˈædᵻd, tˈɜːnɪŋ tə mˌiː, "hiː stˈeɪ lˈɔŋ tˈaɪm ɪn sənt. lˈuːi?" "hiː ɪz ɡˌoʊɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ tə nˈaɪt,  ɪn ɐn ˈaʊɚ ɔːɹ sˈoʊ," aɪ ˈænsɚd, wɪð θˈæŋksɡɪvɪŋ ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt.