text_original: In a square where now 166 HAMS OF ICELAND. exist only the remains of a great tower, once stood the ancient fortress built by Horda the Fine Archer, lord of Loevig, and brother in anns of the pagan king Halfdan, occupied in 1608 by the mayor of the town, who would have been the best lodged citizen in the city, if it had not been for the silvery stork who every summer perched on the tip of the sharp spire of the church, like the white pearl on the top of a mandarin's pointed cap.
text_transcription: IN A SQUARE WHERE NOW EXIST ONLY THE REMAINS OF A GREAT TOWER ONCE STOOD THE ANCIENT FORTRESS BUILT BY HORDA THE FINE ARCHER LORD OF LOVIG AND BROTHER IN ARMS OF THE PAGAN KING HALFDAN OCCUPIED IN SIXTEEN NINETY EIGHT BY THE MAYOR OF THE TOWN WHO WOULD HAVE BEEN THE BEST LODGED CITIZEN IN THE CITY IF IT HAD NOT BEEN FOR THE SILVERY STORK WHO EVERY SUMMER PERCHED ON THE TIP OF THE SHARP SPIRE OF THE CHURCH LIKE THE WHITE PEARL ON THE TOP OF A MANDARIN'S POINTED CAP
phonemes: ɪn ɐ skwˈɛɹ wˌɛɹ nˈaʊ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti sˈɪks hˈæmz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. ɛɡzˈɪst ˈoʊnli ðə ɹᵻmˈeɪnz əvə ɡɹˈeɪt tˈaʊɚ, wˈʌns stˈʊd ðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt fˈɔːɹtɹəs bˈɪlt baɪ hˈɔːɹdə ðə fˈaɪn ˈɑːɹtʃɚ, lˈɔːɹd ʌv lˈoʊvɪɡ, ænd bɹˈʌðɚɹ ɪn ˈænz ʌvðə pˈeɪɡən kˈɪŋ hˈæfdən, ˈɑːkjʊpˌaɪd ɪn wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɪkshˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪt baɪ ðə mˈeɪɚɹ ʌvðə tˈaʊn, hˌuː wʊdhɐv bˌɪn ðə bˈɛst lˈɑːdʒd sˈɪɾɪzən ɪnðə sˈɪɾi, ɪf ɪt hæd nˌɑːt bˌɪn fɚðə sˈɪlvɚɹi stˈɔːɹk hˌuː ˈɛvɹi sˈʌmɚ pˈɜːtʃt ɔnðə tˈɪp ʌvðə ʃˈɑːɹp spˈaɪɚɹ ʌvðə tʃˈɜːtʃ, lˈaɪk ðə wˈaɪt pˈɜːl ɔnðə tˈɑːp əvə mˈændɚɹˌɪnz pˈɔɪntᵻd kˈæp.