text_original: Fearful of the suck, we crept along the Indian shore until we counted the boats moored in the Bear Grass, and presently above the trees on our right we saw the Stars and Stripes floating from the log bastion of Fort Finney. And below the fort, on the gentle sunny slope to the river's brink, was spread the green garden of the garrison, with its sprouting vegetables and fruit trees blooming pink and white.
text_transcription: FEARFUL OF THE SUCK WE CREPT ALONG THE INDIAN SHORE UNTIL WE COUNTED THE BOATS MOORED IN THE BARE GRASS AND PRESENTLY ABOVE THE TREES ON OUR RIGHT WE SAW THE STARS AND STRIPES FLOATING FROM THE LOG BASTION OF FORT FENNY AND BELOW THE FORT ON THE GENTLE SUNNY SLOPE OF THE RIVER'S BRINK WAS SPREAD THE GREEN GARDEN OF THE GARRISON WITH ITS SPROUTING VEGETABLES AND FRUIT TREES BLOOMING PINK AND WHITE
phonemes: fˈɪɹfəl ʌvðə sˈʌk, wiː kɹˈɛpt ɐlˈɔŋ ðɪ ˈɪndiən ʃˈɔːɹ ʌntˈɪl wiː kˈaʊntᵻd ðə bˈoʊts mˈʊɹd ɪnðə bˈɛɹ ɡɹˈæs, ænd pɹˈɛzəntli əbˌʌv ðə tɹˈiːz ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ ɹˈaɪt wiː sˈɔː ðə stˈɑːɹz ænd stɹˈaɪps flˈoʊɾɪŋ fɹʌmðə lˈɔɡ bˈæstiən ʌv fˈɔːɹt fˈɪni. ænd bᵻlˌoʊ ðə fˈɔːɹt, ɔnðə dʒˈɛntəl sˈʌni slˈoʊp tə ðə ɹˈɪvɚz bɹˈɪŋk, wʌz spɹˈɛd ðə ɡɹˈiːn ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌvðə ɡˈæɹɪsən, wɪð ɪts spɹˈaʊɾɪŋ vˈɛdʒɪɾəbəlz ænd fɹˈuːt tɹˈiːz blˈuːmɪŋ pˈɪŋk ænd wˈaɪt.