text_original: But hardship is no word to apply to the sufferings of those who endured the long agony of the winter of 1854 1855. The camp before Sebastopol was six or seven miles uphill from the port of Balaclava, but after the storm the road was almost impassable ; the horses, weakened by want of fodder, could hardly drag the waggons through the mud, and men and beasts alike perished miserably from exposure.
text_transcription: BUT HARDSHIP IS NO WORD TO APPLY TO THE SUFFERINGS OF THOSE WHO ENDURED THE LONG AGONY OF THE WINTER OF EIGHTEEN FIFTY FOUR EIGHTEEN FIFTY FIVE THE CAMP BEFORE SEBASTOPOL WAS SIX OR SEVEN MILES UPHILL FROM THE PORT OF BALAKLABA BUT AFTER THE STORM THE ROAD WAS ALMOST IMPASSABLE THE HORSES WEAKENED BY WANT OF FODDER COULD HARDLY DRAG THE WAGONS THROUGH THE MUD AND MEN AND BEASTS ALIKE PERISHED MISERABLY FROM EXPOSURE
phonemes: bˌʌt hˈɑːɹdʃɪp ɪz nˈoʊ wˈɜːd tʊ ɐplˈaɪ tə ðə sˈʌfɚɹɪŋz ʌv ðoʊz hˌuː ɛndˈʊɹd ðə lˈɔŋ ˈæɡəni ʌvðə wˈɪntɚɹ ʌv wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti fˈɔːɹ wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti fˈaɪv. ðə kˈæmp bᵻfˌɔːɹ səbˈæstəpˌɑːl wʌz sˈɪks ɔːɹ sˈɛvən mˈaɪlz ʌphˈɪl fɹʌmðə pˈɔːɹt ʌv bˌælɐklˈɑːvə, bˌʌt ˈæftɚ ðə stˈɔːɹm ðə ɹˈoʊd wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ɪmpˈæsəbəl ; ðə hˈɔːɹsᵻz, wˈiːkənd baɪ wˈɔnt ʌv fˈɑːdɚ, kʊd hˈɑːɹdli dɹˈæɡ ðə wˈæɡənz θɹuː ðə mˈʌd, ænd mˈɛn ænd bˈiːsts ɐlˈaɪk pˈɛɹɪʃt mˈɪzɹəbli fɹʌm ɛkspˈoʊʒɚ.