text_original: On her frequent journeys from place to place she wrote these novels as the horses slowly jogged along with her great curtained litter, '' my grandmother holding the ink horn for her," says Brantome in his Memoir.
text_transcription: ON HER FREQUENT JOURNEYS FROM PLACE TO PLACE SHE WROTE THESE NOVELS AS THE HORSES SLOWLY JOGGED ALONG WITH HER GREAT CURTAINED LITTER MY GRANDMOTHER HOLDING THE INKHORN FOR HER SAYS BRANDUM IN HIS MEMOIR
phonemes: ˌɔn hɜː fɹˈiːkwənt dʒˈɜːniz fɹʌm plˈeɪs tə plˈeɪs ʃiː ɹˈoʊt ðiːz nˈɑːvəlz æz ðə hˈɔːɹsᵻz slˈoʊli dʒˈɑːɡd ɐlˈɔŋ wɪð hɜː ɡɹˈeɪt kˈɜːtənd lˈɪɾɚ, maɪ ɡɹˈændmʌðɚ hˈoʊldɪŋ ðɪ ˈɪŋk hˈɔːɹn fɔːɹ hɜː," sˈɛz bɹˈæntoʊm ɪn hɪz mˈɛmwɑːɹ.