text_original: It was the long hour before the dawn. And as we lay waiting on the hard ground, stiff and cold and hungry, talking in whispers, somewhere near six of the clock on that February morning the great square of Fort Sackville began to take shape.
text_transcription: IT WAS THE LONG HOUR BEFORE THE DAWN AND AS WE LAY WAITING ON THE HARD GROUND STIFF AND COLD AND HUNGRY TALKING IN WHISPERS SOMEWHERE NEAR SIX OF THE CLOCK ON THAT FEBRUARY MORNING THE GREAT SQUARE OF FORT SACKVILLE BEGAN TO TAKE SHAPE
phonemes: ɪt wʌzðə lˈɔŋ ˈaʊɚ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə dˈɔːn. ænd æz wiː lˈeɪ wˈeɪɾɪŋ ɔnðə hˈɑːɹd ɡɹˈaʊnd, stˈɪf ænd kˈoʊld ænd hˈʌŋɡɹi, tˈɔːkɪŋ ɪn wˈɪspɚz, sˈʌmwɛɹ nˌɪɹ sˈɪks ʌvðə klˈɑːk ˌɔn ðæt fˈɛbɹuːˌɛɹi mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt skwˈɛɹ ʌv fˈɔːɹt sˈækvɪl bɪɡˈæn tə tˈeɪk ʃˈeɪp.