text_original: At noon we crossed, piecemeal, a deep lake in the canoes, and marching awhile came to a timber covered rise which our French prisoners named as the Warriors' Island. And from the shelter of its trees we saw the steely lines of a score of low ponds, and over the tops of as many ridges a huddle of brown houses on the higher ground.
text_transcription: AT NOON WE CROSSED PIECEMEAL A DEEP LAKE IN THE CANOES AND MARCHING AWHILE CAME TO A TIMBER COVERED RISE WHICH OUR FRENCH PRISONERS NAMED AS THE WARRIOR'S ISLAND AND FROM THE SHELTER OF ITS TREES WE SAW THE STEELY LINES OF A SCORE OF LOW PONDS AND OVER THE TOPS OF AS MANY RIDGES A HUDDLE OF BROWN HOUSES ON THE HIGHER GROUND
phonemes: æt nˈuːn wiː kɹˈɔst, pˈiːsmˌiːl, ɐ dˈiːp lˈeɪk ɪnðə kənˈuːz, ænd mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ ɐwˈaɪl kˈeɪm tʊ ɐ tˈɪmbɚ kˈʌvɚd ɹˈaɪz wˌɪtʃ ˌaʊɚ fɹˈɛntʃ pɹˈɪzənɚz nˈeɪmd æz ðə wˈɔːɹɪɚz ˈaɪlənd. ænd fɹʌmðə ʃˈɛltɚɹ ʌv ɪts tɹˈiːz wiː sˈɔː ðə stˈiːli lˈaɪnz əvə skˈɔːɹ ʌv lˈoʊ pˈɑːndz, ænd ˌoʊvɚ ðə tˈɑːps ʌv æz mˈɛni ɹˈɪdʒᵻz ɐ hˈʌdəl ʌv bɹˈaʊn hˈaʊzᵻz ɔnðə hˈaɪɚ ɡɹˈaʊnd.