text_original: The long night was over ; and the sun was high. It seemed as if they were sailing over a summer sea, and through the scuttle port she saw a little foreign town nestling under the shelter of pine clad hills.
text_transcription: THE LONG NIGHT WAS OVER AND THE SUN WAS HIGH IT SEEMED AS IF THEY WERE SAILING OVER A SUMMER SEA AND THROUGH THE SCUTTLE PORT SHE SAW A LITTLE FOREIGN TOWN NESTLING UNDER THE SHELTER OF PINE CLAD HIL
phonemes: ðə lˈɔŋ nˈaɪt wʌz ˈoʊvɚ ; ænd ðə sˈʌn wʌz hˈaɪ. ɪt sˈiːmd æz ɪf ðeɪ wɜː sˈeɪlɪŋ ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ sˈʌmɚ sˈiː, ænd θɹuː ðə skˈʌɾəl pˈɔːɹt ʃiː sˈɔː ɐ lˈɪɾəl fˈɔːɹən tˈaʊn nˈɛsəlɪŋ ˌʌndɚ ðə ʃˈɛltɚɹ ʌv pˈaɪn klˈæd hˈɪlz.