text_original: We scattered to right and left. On they came, leaping logs and brush and ditches, until one of them pulled up, yelling madly, at the very door, the foam flecked sides of his horse moving with quick heaves.
text_transcription: WE SCATTERED TO LEFT AND RIGHT ON THEY CAME LEAPING LOGS AND BRUSH AND DITCHES UNTIL ONE OF THEM PULLED UP YELLING MADLY AT THE VERY DOOR THE FOAM FLICKED SIDES OF HIS HORSE MOVING WITH QUICK HEAVES
phonemes: wiː skˈæɾɚd tə ɹˈaɪt ænd lˈɛft. ˌɔn ðeɪ kˈeɪm, lˈiːpɪŋ lˈɔɡz ænd bɹˈʌʃ ænd dˈɪtʃᵻz, ʌntˈɪl wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm pˈʊld ˈʌp, jˈɛlɪŋ mˈædli, æt ðə vˈɛɹi dˈɔːɹ, ðə fˈoʊm flˈɛkt sˈaɪdz ʌv hɪz hˈɔːɹs mˈuːvɪŋ wɪð kwˈɪk hˈiːvz.