text_original: His face gave me a start, and then I remembered that I had seen him only the day before, resplendent, coming out of church. He was the Baron de Carondelet. There was a sentry standing under a crape myrtle where the Royal Road ran through the gateway. Behind him was a diminutive five sided brick fort with a dozen little cannon on top of it. The sentry came forward, brought his musket to a salute, and halted before my horse.
text_transcription: HIS FACE GAVE ME A START AND THEN I REMEMBERED THAT I HAD SEEN HIM ONLY THE DAY BEFORE RESPLENDENT COMING OUT OF THE CHURCH HE WAS THE BARON DECORONDE LAY THERE WAS A SENTRY STANDING UNDER THE CRAPE MYRTLE WHERE THE ROYAL ROAD RAN THROUGH THE GATEWAY BEHIND HIM WAS A DIMINUTIVE FIVE SIDED BRICK FORT WITH A DOZEN LITTLE CANNON ON TOP OF IT THE SENTRY CAME FORWARD BROUGHT HIS MUSKET TO A SALUTE AND HALTED BEFORE MY HORSE
phonemes: hɪz fˈeɪs ɡˈeɪv mˌiː ɐ stˈɑːɹt, ænd ðˈɛn aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðæt aɪ hæd sˈiːn hˌɪm ˈoʊnli ðə dˈeɪ bᵻfˈɔːɹ, ɹᵻsplˈɛndənt, kˈʌmɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv tʃˈɜːtʃ. hiː wʌzðə bˈæɹən də kˈæɹəndˌɛlɪt. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ sˈɛntɹi stˈændɪŋ ˌʌndɚɹ ɐ kɹˈeɪp mˈɜːɾəl wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈɔɪəl ɹˈoʊd ɹˈæn θɹuː ðə ɡˈeɪtweɪ. bᵻhˌaɪnd hˌɪm wʌzɐ dᵻmˈɪnjuːtˌɪv fˈaɪv sˈaɪdᵻd bɹˈɪk fˈɔːɹt wɪð ɐ dˈʌzən lˈɪɾəl kˈænən ˌɔn tˈɑːp ʌv ɪt. ðə sˈɛntɹi kˈeɪm fˈɔːɹwɚd, bɹˈɔːt hɪz mˈʌskɪt tʊ ɐ səlˈuːt, ænd hˈɔltᵻd bᵻfˌɔːɹ maɪ hˈɔːɹs.