text_original: Below the mill, so Monsieur Gratiot told me, where the creek lay in pools on its limestone bed, the village washing was done; and every Monday morning bare legged negresses strode up this road, the bundles of clothes balanced on their heads, the paddles in their hands, followed by a stream of black urchins who tempted Providence to drown them.
text_transcription: BELOW THE MILL SO MONSIEUR GRATIOT TOLD ME WHERE THE CREEK LAY IN POOLS ON ITS LIMESTONE BED THE VILLAGE WASHING WAS DONE AND EVERY MONDAY MORNING BARE LEGGED NEGRESSES STRODE UP THIS ROAD THE BUNDLES OF CLOTHES BALANCED ON THEIR HEADS THE PADDLES IN THEIR HANDS FOLLOWED BY A STREAM OF BLACK URCHINS WHO TEMPTED PROVIDENCE TO DROWN THEM
phonemes: bᵻlˌoʊ ðə mˈɪl, sˌoʊ məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət tˈoʊld mˌiː, wˌɛɹ ðə kɹˈiːk lˈeɪ ɪn pˈuːlz ˌɔn ɪts lˈaɪmstoʊn bˈɛd, ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ wˈɑːʃɪŋ wʌz dˈʌn; ænd ˈɛvɹi mˈʌndeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ bˈɛɹ lˈɛɡɪd niːɡɹˈɛsᵻz stɹˈoʊd ˌʌp ðɪs ɹˈoʊd, ðə bˈʌndəlz ʌv klˈoʊðz bˈælənst ˌɔn ðɛɹ hˈɛdz, ðə pˈædəlz ɪn ðɛɹ hˈændz, fˈɑːloʊd baɪ ɐ stɹˈiːm ʌv blˈæk ˈɜːtʃɪnz hˌuː tˈɛmptᵻd pɹˈɑːvɪdəns tə dɹˈaʊn ðˌɛm.