text_original: One bitter day, when the sun smiled mockingly on the powdered common, a horseman was perceived on the Fort Chartres road. It was Monsieur Vigo returning from Vincennes, but he had been first to St. Louis by reason of the value he set upon his head.
text_transcription: ONE BITTER DAY WHEN THE SUN SMILED MOCKINGLY ON THE POWDERED COMMON A HORSEMAN WAS PERCEIVED ON THE FORT CART ROAD IT WAS MONSIEUR VIGOT RETURNING FROM BENCEN'S BUT HE HAD BEEN FIRST TO SAINT LOUIS BY REASON OF THE VALUE HE SET UPON HIS HEAD
phonemes: wˈʌn bˈɪɾɚ dˈeɪ, wˌɛn ðə sˈʌn smˈaɪld mˈɑːkɪŋli ɔnðə pˈaʊdɚd kˈɑːmən, ɐ hˈɔːɹsmən wʌz pɚsˈiːvd ɔnðə fˈɔːɹt ʃˈɑːɹɾɚz ɹˈoʊd. ɪt wʌz məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊ ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ fɹʌm vɪnsˈɛnz, bˌʌt hiː hɐdbɪn fˈɜːst tə sənt. lˈuːi baɪ ɹˈiːzən ʌvðə vˈæljuː hiː sˈɛt əpˌɑːn hɪz hˈɛd.