text_original: I sped through the streets on the errand, spied a Creole company waiting in reserve, and near them, behind a warehouse, a knot of backwoodsmen, French, and Indians, lighted up by a smoking torch.
text_transcription: I SPED THROUGH THE STREETS ON THE ERRAND SPIED A REAL COMPANY WAITING IN RESERVE AND NEAR THEM BEHIND A WAREHOUSE A KNOT OF BACKWOODSMEN FRENCH AND INDIANS LIGHTED UP BY A SMOKING TORCH
phonemes: aɪ spˈɛd θɹuː ðə stɹˈiːts ɔnðɪ ˈɛɹənd, spˈaɪd ɐ kɹɪˈoʊl kˈʌmpəni wˈeɪɾɪŋ ɪn ɹɪzˈɜːv, ænd nˈɪɹ ðˌɛm, bᵻhˌaɪnd ɐ wˈɛɹhaʊs, ɐ nˈɑːt ʌv bˈækwʊdzmˌɛn, fɹˈɛntʃ, ænd ˈɪndiənz, lˈaɪɾᵻd ˌʌp baɪ ɐ smˈoʊkɪŋ tˈɔːɹtʃ.