text_original: the twenty stands of colors which loving Creole hands had stitched. The boisterous day was reddening to its close as the Colonel lined his little army in front of the wood, and we covered the space of four thousand. For the men were twenty feet apart and every tenth carried a standard.
text_transcription: THE TWENTY STANDS OF COLORS WHICH LOVING CREOLE HANDS HAD STITCHED THE BOISTEROUS DAY WAS REDDENING TO ITS CLOSE AS THE COLONEL LINED HIS LITTLE ARMY IN FRONT OF THE WOOD AND WE COVERED THE SPACE OF FOUR THOUSAND FOR THE MEN WERE TWENTY FEET APART AND EVERY TENTH CARRIED A STANDARD
phonemes: ðə twˈɛnti stˈændz ʌv kˈʌlɚz wˌɪtʃ lˈʌvɪŋ kɹɪˈoʊl hˈændz hæd stˈɪtʃt. ðə bˈɔɪstɚɹəs dˈeɪ wʌz ɹˈɛdənɪŋ tʊ ɪts klˈoʊs æz ðə kˈɜːnəl lˈaɪnd hɪz lˈɪɾəl ˈɑːɹmi ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌvðə wˈʊd, ænd wiː kˈʌvɚd ðə spˈeɪs ʌv fˈɔːɹ θˈaʊzənd. fɚðə mˈɛn wɜː twˈɛnti fˈiːt ɐpˈɑːɹt ænd ˈɛvɹi tˈɛnθ kˈæɹid ɐ stˈændɚd.