text_original: One evening, after dark, I went to the dispensary, and found a surgeon just in from the front for sup  330 Half a Oenturt. plies. While they were being put up, he told us of the horrible carnage at Spottsjlvania that day, when the troops had been hurled, again and again, against impregnable fortifications, under a rain of rifle balls, which cut down a solid white oak tree, eighteen inches in diameter. The battle had ceased for the night, and it was not known whether it would be renewed in the morning.
text_transcription: ONE EVENING AFTER DARK I WENT TO THE DISPENSARY AND FOUND A SURGEON JUST IN FROM THE FRONT FOR SUPPLIES WHILE THEY WERE BEING PUT UP HE TOLD US OF THE HORRIBLE CARNAGE AT SPONSYLVANIA THAT DAY WHEN THE TROOPS HAD BEEN HURLED AGAIN AND AGAIN AGAINST IMPREGNABLE FORTIFICATIONS UNDER A RAIN OF RIFLE BALLS WHICH CUT DOWN A SOLID WHITE OAK TREE EIGHTEEN INCHES IN DIAMETER THE BATTLE HAD CEASED FOR THE NIGHT AND IT WAS NOT KNOWN WHETHER IT WOULD BE RENEWED IN THE MORNING
phonemes: wˈʌn ˈiːvnɪŋ, ˈæftɚ dˈɑːɹk, aɪ wɛnt tə ðə dɪspˈɛnsɚɹi, ænd fˈaʊnd ɐ sˈɜːdʒən dʒˈʌst ɪn fɹʌmðə fɹˈʌnt fɔːɹ sˈʌp θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi hˈæf ɐ ˈoʊntɜːt. plˈaɪz. wˌaɪl ðeɪ wɜː bˌiːɪŋ pˌʊt ˈʌp, hiː tˈoʊld ˌʌs ʌvðə hˈɔːɹɪbəl kˈɑːɹnɪdʒ æt spətsdʒlvˈeɪniə ðæt dˈeɪ, wˌɛn ðə tɹˈuːps hɐdbɪn hˈɜːld, ɐɡˈɛn ænd ɐɡˈɛn, ɐɡˈɛnst ɪmpɹˈɛɡnəbəl fˌɔːɹɾɪfɪkˈeɪʃənz, ˌʌndɚɹ ɐ ɹˈeɪn ʌv ɹˈaɪfəl bˈɔːlz, wˌɪtʃ kˈʌt dˌaʊn ɐ sˈɑːlɪd wˈaɪt ˈoʊk tɹˈiː, ˈeɪtiːn ˈɪntʃᵻz ɪn daɪˈæmɪɾɚ. ðə bˈæɾəl hæd sˈiːst fɚðə nˈaɪt, ænd ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt nˈoʊn wˈɛðɚɹ ɪt wʊd biː ɹᵻnˈuːd ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ.