text_original: Turning to the right beyond the cool garden of the Ursulines, past the yellow barracks, we came to the river front beside the fortifications. A score of negroes were sweating there in the sun, swinging into position the long logs for the palisades, nearly completed.
text_transcription: TURNING TO THE RIGHT BEYOND THE COOL GARDEN OF THE URSULINES PAST THE YELLOW BARRACKS WE CAME TO THE RIVER FRONT BESIDE THE FORTIFICATIONS A SCORE OF NEGROES WERE SWEATING THERE IN THE SUN SWINGING INTO POSITION THE LONG LOGS OF THE PALISADES NEARLY COMPLETED
phonemes: tˈɜːnɪŋ tə ðə ɹˈaɪt bᵻjˌɔnd ðə kˈuːl ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌvðɪ ˈɜːsuːlˌɪnz, pˈæst ðə jˈɛloʊ bˈɛɹəks, wiː kˈeɪm tə ðə ɹˈɪvɚ fɹˈʌnt bᵻsˌaɪd ðə fˌɔːɹɾɪfɪkˈeɪʃənz. ɐ skˈɔːɹ ʌv nˈiːɡɹoʊz wɜː swˈɛɾɪŋ ðɛɹ ɪnðə sˈʌn, swˈɪŋɪŋ ˌɪntʊ pəzˈɪʃən ðə lˈɔŋ lˈɔɡz fɚðə pˈælɪsˌeɪdz, nˌɪɹli kəmplˈiːɾᵻd.