text_original: And as we drifted we heard the negroes chanting at their work, the plaintive cadence of the strange song adding to the mystery of the scene. Here in truth was a new world, a land of peaceful customs, green and moist.
text_transcription: AND AS WE DRIFTED WE HEARD THE NEGROES CHANTING AT THEIR WORK THE PLAINTIFF CADENCE OF THE STRANGE SONG ADD TO THE MYSTERY OF THE SCENE HERE IN TRUTH WAS A NEW WORLD A LAND OF PEACEFUL CUSTOMS GREEN AND MOIST
phonemes: ænd æz wiː dɹˈɪftᵻd wiː hˈɜːd ðə nˈiːɡɹoʊz tʃˈæntɪŋ æt ðɛɹ wˈɜːk, ðə plˈeɪntɪv kˈeɪdəns ʌvðə stɹˈeɪndʒ sˈɔŋ ˈædɪŋ tə ðə mˈɪstɚɹi ʌvðə sˈiːn. hˈɪɹ ɪn tɹˈuːθ wʌzɐ nˈuː wˈɜːld, ɐ lˈænd ʌv pˈiːsfəl kˈʌstəmz, ɡɹˈiːn ænd mˈɔɪst.