text_original: He had let go my bridle, folded his whip in his hand, and with a shout of "Come on, Davy," he ran for the coach, which was going slowly, caught hold of the footman's platform, and pulled himself up. What possessed the footman I know not.
text_transcription: HE HAD LET GO MY BRIDLE FOLDED HIS WHIP IN HIS HAND AND WITH A SHOUT OF COME ON DAVY HE RAN FOR THE COACH WHICH WAS GOING SLOWLY CAUGHT HOLD OF THE FOOTMAN'S PLATFORM AND PULLED HIMSELF UP WHAT POSSESSED THE FOOTMAN I KNOW NOT
phonemes: hiː hæd lˈɛt ɡˌoʊ maɪ bɹˈaɪdəl, fˈoʊldᵻd hɪz wˈɪp ɪn hɪz hˈænd, ænd wɪð ɐ ʃˈaʊt ʌv "kˈʌm ˈɔn, dˈeɪvi," hiː ɹˈæn fɚðə kˈoʊtʃ, wˌɪtʃ wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ slˈoʊli, kˈɔːt hˈoʊld ʌvðə fˈʊtmənz plˈætfɔːɹm, ænd pˈʊld hɪmsˈɛlf ˈʌp. wˌʌt pəzˈɛst ðə fˈʊtmən aɪ nˈoʊ nˈɑːt.