text_original: Hannah watched his fine, grave face, as the flickering light illuminated it, for a few minutes, and then slept tranquilly till dawn. And by sunset next day the little party drew up at the door of the log hut they called home. It looked very pretty to Hannah.
text_transcription: HANNAH WATCHED HIS FINE GRAVE FACE AS THE FLICKERING LIGHT ILLUMINATED IT FOR A FEW MINUTES AND THEN SLEPT TRANQUILLY TILL DAWN AND BY SUNSET THE NEXT DAY THE LITTLE PARTY DREW UP AT THE DOOR OF THE LOG HUT THEY CALLED HOME IT LOOKED VERY PRETTY TO HANNAH
phonemes: hˈænə wˈɑːtʃt hɪz fˈaɪn, ɡɹˈeɪv fˈeɪs, æz ðə flˈɪkɚɹɪŋ lˈaɪt ɪlˈuːmᵻnˌeɪɾᵻd ɪt, fɚɹə fjˈuː mˈɪnɪts, ænd ðˈɛn slˈɛpt tɹˈæŋkwɪli tˈɪl dˈɔːn. ænd baɪ sˈʌnsɛt nˈɛkst dˈeɪ ðə lˈɪɾəl pˈɑːɹɾi dɹˈuː ˌʌp æt ðə dˈɔːɹ ʌvðə lˈɔɡ hˈʌt ðeɪ kˈɔːld hˈoʊm. ɪt lˈʊkt vˈɛɹi pɹˈɪɾi tə hˈænə.