text_original: I was nearing the gate again, the dust flying from my moccasined feet, the sight of the stalwart Tom giving me courage again.
text_transcription: I WAS NEARING THE GATE AGAIN THE DUST FLYING FROM MY MOCCASINED FEET THE SIGHT OF THE STALWART TOM GIVING ME COURAGE AGAIN
phonemes: aɪ wʌz nˌɪɹɪŋ ðə ɡˈeɪt ɐɡˈɛn, ðə dˈʌst flˈaɪɪŋ fɹʌm maɪ mˈɑːkəsɪnd fˈiːt, ðə sˈaɪt ʌvðə stˈɔːlwɔːɹt tˈɑːm ɡˈɪvɪŋ mˌiː kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ɐɡˈɛn.