text_original: Night fell, the colors were furled and the saplings dropped, and we pressed into serried ranks and marched straight over hill and dale for the lights that were beginning to twinkle ahead of us. We halted once more, a quarter of a mile away.
text_transcription: NIGHT FELL THE COLORS WERE FURLED AND THE SAPLINGS DROPPED AND WE PRESSED INTO CERRIED RANKS AND MARCHED STRAIGHT OVER HILL AND DALE FOR THE LIGHTS THAT WERE BEGINNING TO TWINKLE AHEAD OF US WE HALTED ONCE MORE A QUARTER OF A MILE AWAY
phonemes: nˈaɪt fˈɛl, ðə kˈʌlɚz wɜː fˈɜːld ænd ðə sˈæplɪŋz dɹˈɑːpt, ænd wiː pɹˈɛst ˌɪntʊ sˈɛɹid ɹˈæŋks ænd mˈɑːɹtʃt stɹˈeɪt ˌoʊvɚ hˈɪl ænd dˈeɪl fɚðə lˈaɪts ðæt wɜː bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ tə twˈɪŋkəl ɐhˈɛd ʌv ˌʌs. wiː hˈɔltᵻd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, ɐ kwˈɔːɹɾɚɹ əvə mˈaɪl ɐwˈeɪ.