text_original: We reached that beautiful city of lakes in time to meet news of the Ft. Donelson fatal victory; that vic  tory made so much worse than a hundred defeats by Out into tue "Woeld. 219 the return to their masters of the slaves who remained in the fort and claimed the protection of our flag — the victory which converted the great loyal army of the IS^orth into a gang of slave catchers. Alas, my native land! All hope for the preservation of the government died out in my heart.
text_transcription: WE REACHED THAT BEAUTIFUL CITY OF LAKES IN TIME TO MEET NEWS OF THE FORT DONALDSON FATAL VICTORY THAT VICTORY MADE SO MUCH WORSE THAN A HUNDRED DEFEATS BY THE RETURN TO THEIR MASTERS OF THE SLAVES WHO REMAINED IN THE FORT AND CLAIMED THE PROTECTION OF OUR FLAG THE VICTORY WHICH CONVERTED THE GREAT LOYAL ARMY OF THE NORTH INTO A GANG OF SLAVE CATCHERS ALAS MY NATIVE LAND ALL HOPE FOR THE PRESERVATION OF THE GOVERNMENT DIED OUT IN MY HEART
phonemes: wiː ɹˈiːtʃt ðæt bjˈuːɾifəl sˈɪɾi ʌv lˈeɪks ɪn tˈaɪm tə mˈiːt nˈuːz ʌvðɪ ˌɛftˈiː. dˈoʊnlsən fˈeɪɾəl vˈɪktɚɹi; ðæt vˈɪk tˈɔːɹi mˌeɪd sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ wˈɜːs ðˌænə hˈʌndɹɪd dᵻfˈiːts baɪ ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ tˈuː "wˈoʊld. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪntiːn ðə ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə ðɛɹ mˈæstɚz ʌvðə slˈeɪvz hˌuː ɹᵻmˈeɪnd ɪnðə fˈɔːɹt ænd klˈeɪmd ðə pɹətˈɛkʃən ʌv ˌaʊɚ flˈæɡ — ðə vˈɪktɚɹi wˌɪtʃ kənvˈɜːɾᵻd ðə ɡɹˈeɪt lˈɔɪəl ˈɑːɹmi ʌvðɪ ɪz ˈɔːɹθ ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɡˈæŋ ʌv slˈeɪv kˈætʃɚz. ɐlˈæs, maɪ nˈeɪɾɪv lˈænd! ˈɔːl hˈoʊp fɚðə pɹˌɛzɚvˈeɪʃən ʌvðə ɡˈʌvɚnmənt dˈaɪd ˈaʊt ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt.