text_original: From a window of an old coach he looked out upon the dim lights and pale tent shapes. "The last  of Benton!... Thank God!" he murmured, brokenly. Well he realized how Providence had watched over him there.
text_transcription: FROM A WINDOW OF AN OLD COACH HE LOOKED OUT UPON THE DIM LIGHTS AND PALE TENT SHAPES THE LAST OF BITTON THANK GOD HE MURMURED BROKENLY WELL HE REALIZED HOW PROVIDENCE HAD WATCHED OVER HIM THERE
phonemes: fɹʌm ɐ wˈɪndoʊ əvən ˈoʊld kˈoʊtʃ hiː lˈʊkt ˈaʊt əpˌɑːn ðə dˈɪm lˈaɪts ænd pˈeɪl tˈɛnt ʃˈeɪps. "ðə lˈæst ʌv bˈɛntən!... θˈæŋk ɡˈɑːd!" hiː mˈɜːmɚd, bɹˈoʊkənli. wˈɛl hiː ɹˈiːəlaɪzd hˌaʊ pɹˈɑːvɪdəns hæd wˈɑːtʃt ˌoʊvɚ hˌɪm ðˈɛɹ.