text_original: There, cried Xavier, was the Governor's house on the corner, where the great Miro lived, and beyond it the house of the Intendant; and then, gliding into an open space between the keel boats along the bank, stared at by a score of boatmen and idlers from above, we came to the end of our long journey.
text_transcription: THERE CRIED ZAVER WAS THE GOVERNOR'S HOUSE ON THE CORNER WHERE THE GREAT MURRO LIVED AND BEYOND IT THE HOUSE OF THE INTENDANT AND THEN GLIDING INTO AN OPEN SPACE BETWEEN THE KEELBOATS ALONG THE BANK STARED AT BY A SCORE OF BOATMEN AND IDLERS FROM ABOVE WE CAME TO THE END OF OUR LONG JOURNEY
phonemes: ðˈɛɹ, kɹˈaɪd zˈeɪviɚ, wʌzðə ɡˈʌvɚnɚz hˈaʊs ɔnðə kˈɔːɹnɚ, wˌɛɹ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt mˈaɪɹoʊ lˈɪvd, ænd bᵻjˌɔnd ɪt ðə hˈaʊs ʌvðɪ ɪntˈɛndənt; ænd ðˈɛn, ɡlˈaɪdɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɐn ˈoʊpən spˈeɪs bᵻtwˌiːn ðə kˈiːl bˈoʊts ɐlˈɔŋ ðə bˈæŋk, stˈɛɹd æt baɪ ɐ skˈɔːɹ ʌv bˈoʊtmɛn ænd ˈaɪdlɚz fɹʌm əbˈʌv, wiː kˈeɪm tə ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv ˌaʊɚ lˈɔŋ dʒˈɜːni.