text_original: Monsieur Vigo threw up his hands. Never had he made such a trip, and he had been forced to come back by a northern route. The Wabash was as the Great Lakes, and the forests grew out of the water. A fox could not go to Vincennes in this weather. A fish? Monsieur Vigo laughed heartily. Yes, a fish might. "Then," said Colonel Clark, "we will be fish."
text_transcription: MONSIEVICO THREW UP HIS HANDS NEVER HAD HE MADE SUCH A TRIP AND HE HAD BEEN FORCED TO COME BACK BY A NORTHERN ROUTE THE WABASH WAS AS THE GREAT LAKES AND THE FORESTS GREW OUT OF THE WATER A FOX COULD NOT GO TO VINCENNES IN THIS WEATHER A FISH MOSCHERBIGO LAUGHED HEARTILY YES A FISH MIGHT THEN SAID COLONEL CLARK WE WILL BE FISH
phonemes: məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊ θɹˈuː ˌʌp hɪz hˈændz. nˈɛvɚ hæd hiː mˌeɪd sˈʌtʃ ɐ tɹˈɪp, ænd hiː hɐdbɪn fˈɔːɹst tə kˈʌm bˈæk baɪ ɐ nˈɔːɹðɚn ɹˈaʊt. ðə wˈɑːbæʃ wʌz æz ðə ɡɹˈeɪt lˈeɪks, ænd ðə fˈɔːɹɪsts ɡɹˈuː ˌaʊɾəv ðə wˈɔːɾɚ. ɐ fˈɑːks kʊd nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ tə vɪnsˈɛnz ɪn ðɪs wˈɛðɚ. ɐ fˈɪʃ? məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊ lˈæft hˈɑːɹɾili. jˈɛs, ɐ fˈɪʃ mˈaɪt. "ðˈɛn," sˈɛd kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk, "wiː wɪl biː fˈɪʃ."