text_original: It was Governor Hamilton's morning gun at Fort Sackville, Vincennes. There was no breakfast. How we made our way, benumbed with hunger and cold, to the banks of the Wabash, I know not. Captain McCarty's company was set to making canoes, and the rest of us looked on apathetically as the huge trees staggered and fell amidst a fountain of spray in the shallow water.
text_transcription: IT WAS GOVERNOR HAMILTON'S MORNING GUN AT FORT SANKVILLE VINCEYNNES THERE WAS NO BREAKFAST HOW WE MADE OUR WAY BENUMBED WITH HUNGER AND COLD TO THE BANKS OF THE WABASH I KNOW NOT CAPTAIN MC PARTY'S COMPANY WAS SET TO MAKING CANOES AND THE REST OF US LOOKED ON APATHETICALLY AS THE HUGE TREES STAGGERED AND FELL AMIDST A FOUNTAIN OF SPRAY IN THE SHALLOW WATER
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ɡˈʌvɚnɚ hˈæməltənz mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɡˈʌn æt fˈɔːɹt sˈækvɪl, vɪnsˈɛnz. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ bɹˈɛkfəst. hˌaʊ wiː mˌeɪd ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ, bᵻnˈʌmd wɪð hˈʌŋɡɚ ænd kˈoʊld, tə ðə bˈæŋks ʌvðə wˈɑːbæʃ, aɪ nˈoʊ nˈɑːt. kˈæptɪn mə kˈɑːɹɾiz kˈʌmpəni wʌz sˈɛt tə mˌeɪkɪŋ kənˈuːz, ænd ðə ɹˈɛst ʌv ˌʌs lˈʊkt ˌɔn ˌæpɐθˈɛɾɪkli æz ðə hjˈuːdʒ tɹˈiːz stˈæɡɚd ænd fˈɛl ɐmˈɪdst ɐ fˈaʊntɪn ʌv spɹˈeɪ ɪnðə ʃˈæloʊ wˈɔːɾɚ.