text_original: A little farther on we heard the tinkle of the blacksmith's hammer, and the man himself looked up from where the hoof rested on his leather apron to give us a kindly "Bon soir, Messieurs," as we passed. And here was a cabaret, with the inevitable porch, from whence came the sharp click of billiard balls.
text_transcription: A LITTLE FARTHER ON WE HEARD THE TINKLE OF THE BLACKSMITH'S HAMMER AND THE MAN HIMSELF LOOKED UP FROM WHERE THE HOOF RESTED ON HIS LEATHER APRON TO GIVE US A KINDLY BON SOIE MONSIEURS AS WE PASSED AND HERE WAS A CABARET WITH THE INEVITABLE PORCH FROM WHENCE CAME THE SHARP CLICK OF BILLIARD BALLS
phonemes: ɐ lˈɪɾəl fˈɑːɹðɚɹ ˌɔn wiː hˈɜːd ðə tˈɪŋkəl ʌvðə blˈæksmɪθz hˈæmɚ, ænd ðə mˈæn hɪmsˈɛlf lˈʊkt ˌʌp fɹʌm wˈɛɹ ðə hˈuːf ɹˈɛstᵻd ˌɔn hɪz lˈɛðɚɹ ˈeɪpɹən tə ɡˈɪv ˌʌs ɐ kˈaɪndli "bˈɑːn swˈɑːɹ, mˈɛsɪˌɜːz," æz wiː pˈæst. ænd hˈɪɹ wʌzɐ kˈæbɚɹˌeɪ, wɪððɪ ɪnˈɛvᵻɾəbəl pˈɔːɹtʃ, fɹʌm wˈɛns kˈeɪm ðə ʃˈɑːɹp klˈɪk ʌv bˈɪlɪɚd bˈɔːlz.