text_original: Hardly had we opened the gate when a tall gentleman of grave demeanor and sober dress rose from his seat on the porch, and I recognized my friend of Cahokia days, Monsieur Gratiot.
text_transcription: HARDLY HAD WE OPENED THE GATE WHEN A TALL GENTLEMAN OF GRAVE DEMEANOR AND SOBER DRESS ROSE FROM HIS SEAT ON THE PORCH AND I RECOGNIZED MY FRIEND OF KAOCCHIA DAYS MONSIEUR GRATIAT
phonemes: hˈɑːɹdli hæd wiː ˈoʊpənd ðə ɡˈeɪt wɛn ɐ tˈɔːl dʒˈɛntəlmən ʌv ɡɹˈeɪv dᵻmˈiːnɚ ænd sˈoʊbɚ dɹˈɛs ɹˈoʊz fɹʌm hɪz sˈiːt ɔnðə pˈɔːɹtʃ, ænd aɪ ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪzd maɪ fɹˈɛnd ʌv kæhˈoʊkiə dˈeɪz, məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət.