text_original: Then, as the light grew, the close lipped casements were seen, scarred with our bullets. The little log houses of the town came out, the sapling palings and the bare trees,  all grim and gaunt at that cruel season. Cattle lowed here and there, and horses whinnied to be fed.
text_transcription: THEN AS THE LIGHT GREW THE CLOSE LIPPED CASEMENTS WERE SEEN SCARRED WITH OUR BULLETS THE LITTLE LOG HOUSES OF THE TOWN CAME OUT THE SAPLING PALINGS AND THE BARE TREES ALL GRIM AND GAUNT AT THAT CRUEL SEASON CATTLE LOWED HERE AND THERE AND HORSES WHINNIED TO BE FED
phonemes: ðˈɛn, æz ðə lˈaɪt ɡɹˈuː, ðə klˈoʊs lˈɪpt kˈeɪsmənts wɜː sˈiːn, skˈɑːɹd wɪð ˌaʊɚ bˈʊlɪts. ðə lˈɪɾəl lˈɔɡ hˈaʊzᵻz ʌvðə tˈaʊn kˈeɪm ˈaʊt, ðə sˈæplɪŋ pˈeɪlɪŋz ænd ðə bˈɛɹ tɹˈiːz,  ˈɔːl ɡɹˈɪm ænd ɡˈɔːnt æt ðæt kɹˈuːəl sˈiːzən. kˈæɾəl lˈoʊd hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ, ænd hˈɔːɹsᵻz wˈɪnɪd təbi fˈɛd.