text_original: Yesterday morning, on the road to Skongen, at Ordals bridge, I met the whole regi  ment of musketeers from Munkholm marching back to Tlirondhjem with a very victorious air. I questioned one of the soldiers, who condescended to answer, probably be  cause he did not know why my jerkin and my cart were red.
text_transcription: YESTERDAY MORNING ON THE ROAD TO SCON AT ORDALSBRIDGE I MET THE WHOLE REGIMENT OF MUSKETEERS FROM MUKOM MARCHING BACK TO TRONTIM WITH A VERY VICTORIOUS AIR I QUESTIONED ONE OF THE SOLDIERS WHO CONDESCENDED TO ANSWER PROBABLY BECAUSE HE DID NOT KNOW WHY MY JERKIN AND MY CART WERE RED
phonemes: jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ɔnðə ɹˈoʊd tə skˈɑːndʒən, æɾ ˈɔːɹdəlz bɹˈɪdʒ, aɪ mˈɛt ðə hˈoʊl ɹᵻdʒi mˈɛnt ʌv mˌʌskɪtˈɪɹz fɹʌm mˈʌŋkhoʊm mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ bˈæk tə tˈiːlˈaɪɚnddʒəm wɪð ɐ vˈɛɹi vɪktˈɔːɹiəs ˈɛɹ. aɪ kwˈɛstʃənd wˈʌn ʌvðə sˈoʊldʒɚz, hˌuː kˌɑːndᵻsˈɛndᵻd tʊ ˈænsɚ, pɹˈɑːbəbli biː kˈɔːz hiː dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wˌaɪ maɪ dʒˈɜːkɪn ænd maɪ kˈɑːɹt wɜː ɹˈɛd.