text_original: In the dusk of a December evening the three tea ships were suddenly boarded by what seemed to be a small army of Mohawk Indians in all the terror of their war paint.
text_transcription: IN THE DUSK OF A DECEMBER EVENING THE THREE T SHIPS WERE SUDDENLY BOARDED BY WHAT SEEMED TO BE A SMALL ARMY OF MOHAWK INDIANS IN ALL THE TERROR OF THEIR WAR PAINT
phonemes: ɪnðə dˈʌsk əvə dᵻsˈɛmbɚɹ ˈiːvnɪŋ ðə θɹˈiː tˈiː ʃˈɪps wɜː sˈʌdənli bˈɔːɹdᵻd baɪ wʌt sˈiːmd təbi ɐ smˈɔːl ˈɑːɹmi ʌv mˈoʊhɔːk ˈɪndiənz ɪn ˈɔːl ðə tˈɛɹɚɹ ʌv ðɛɹ wˈɔːɹ pˈeɪnt.