text_original: The clouds hung low, and now and again great drops struck the faces of the people in the field. And like the heavens, the assembly itself was charged with we knew not what. Was it peace or war? As before, a white man sat with supreme indifference at a table, and in front of him three most unhappy chiefs squatted in the grass, the shame of their irons hidden under the blanket folds.
text_transcription: THE CLOUDS HUNG LOW AND NOW AND AGAIN GREAT DROPS STRUCK THE FACES OF THE PEOPLE IN THE FIELD AND LIKE THE HEAVENS THE ASSEMBLY ITSELF WAS CHARGED WITH WE KNEW NOT WHAT WAS IT PEACE OR WAR AS BEFORE A WHITE MAN SAT WITH SUPREME INDIFFERENCE AT THE TABLE AND IN FRONT OF HIM THREE MOST UNHAPPY CHIEFS SQUATTED IN THE GRASS THE SHAME OF THEIR IRONS HIDDEN UNDER THE BLANKETFULS
phonemes: ðə klˈaʊdz hˈʌŋ lˈoʊ, ænd nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn ɡɹˈeɪt dɹˈɑːps stɹˈʌk ðə fˈeɪsᵻz ʌvðə pˈiːpəl ɪnðə fˈiːld. ænd lˈaɪk ðə hˈɛvənz, ðɪ ɐsˈɛmbli ɪtsˈɛlf wʌz tʃˈɑːɹdʒd wɪð wiː nˈuː nˌɑːt wˈʌt. wʌz ɪt pˈiːs ɔːɹ wˈɔːɹ? æz bᵻfˈɔːɹ, ɐ wˈaɪt mˈæn sˈæt wɪð suːpɹˈiːm ɪndˈɪfɹəns æɾə tˈeɪbəl, ænd ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv hˌɪm θɹˈiː mˈoʊst ʌnhˈæpi tʃˈiːfs skwˈɑːɾᵻd ɪnðə ɡɹˈæs, ðə ʃˈeɪm ʌv ðɛɹ ˈaɪɚnz hˈɪdən ˌʌndɚ ðə blˈæŋkɪt fˈoʊldz.