text_original: As he left, I made the Germans draw off their boots and pour out the water, rub their chilled feet and roll them up in a buffalo robe. The agent lay on his box, I cuddled in a corner, and we all went to sleep to the music of the patter of the soft rain on our canvas cover.
text_transcription: AS HE LEFT I MADE THE GERMANS DRAW OFF THEIR BOOTS AND POUR OUT THE WATER RUB THEIR CHILLED FEET AND ROLL THEM UP IN A BUFFALO ROBE THE AGENT LAY ON HIS BOX I CUDDLED IN A CORNER AND WE ALL WENT TO SLEEP TO THE MUSIC OF THE PATTER OF THE SOFT RAIN ON OUR CANVAS COVER
phonemes: æz hiː lˈɛft, aɪ mˌeɪd ðə dʒˈɜːmənz dɹˈɔː ˈɔf ðɛɹ bˈuːts ænd pˈɔːɹ ˈaʊt ðə wˈɔːɾɚ, ɹˈʌb ðɛɹ tʃˈɪld fˈiːt ænd ɹˈoʊl ðˌɛm ˌʌp ɪn ɐ bˈʌfəlˌoʊ ɹˈoʊb. ðɪ ˈeɪdʒənt lˈeɪ ˌɔn hɪz bˈɑːks, aɪ kˈʌdəld ɪn ɐ kˈɔːɹnɚ, ænd wiː ˈɔːl wɛnt tə slˈiːp tə ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə pˈæɾɚɹ ʌvðə sˈɔft ɹˈeɪn ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ kˈænvəs kˈʌvɚ.