text_original: And we spent the night with my old friend, Father Gibault, still the faithful pastor of his flock; cheerful, though the savings of his lifetime had never been repaid by that country to which he had given his allegiance so freely.
text_transcription: AND WE SPENT THE NIGHT WITH AN OLD FRIEND FATHER GABANT STILL THE FAITHFUL PASTOR OF HIS FLOCK CHEERFUL THOUGH THE SAVINGS OF HIS LIFETIME HAD NEVER BEEN REPAID BY THAT COUNTRY TO WHICH HE HAD GIVEN HIS ALLEGIANCE SO FREELY
phonemes: ænd wiː spˈɛnt ðə nˈaɪt wɪð maɪ ˈoʊld fɹˈɛnd, fˈɑːðɚ dʒˈɪbɔlt, stˈɪl ðə fˈeɪθfəl pˈæstɚɹ ʌv hɪz flˈɑːk; tʃˈɪɹfəl, ðˌoʊ ðə sˈeɪvɪŋz ʌv hɪz lˈaɪftaɪm hæd nˈɛvɚ bˌɪn ɹᵻpˈeɪd baɪ ðæt kˈʌntɹi tʊ wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd ɡˈɪvən hɪz ɐlˈiːdʒəns sˌoʊ fɹˈiːli.