text_original: One day a great event happened,  and after the manner of many great events, it began in mystery. Leaping on the roan mare, I was riding like mad for Harrodstown to fetch Mrs. Cowan. And she, when she heard the summons, abandoned a turkey on the spit, pitched her brats out of the door, seized the mare, and dashing through the gates at a gallop left me to make my way back afoot.
text_transcription: ONE DAY A GREAT EVENT HAPPENED AND AFTER THE MANNER OF MANY GREAT EVENTS IT BEGAN IN MYSTERY LEAPING ON THE WRONG MARE I WAS RIDING LIKE MAD FOR HAROTSTOWN TO FETCH MISSUS COWN AND SHE WHEN SHE HEARD THE SUMMONS ABANDONED A TURKEY ON THE SPIT PITCHED HER BRATS OUT OF THE DOOR SEIZED THE MARE AND DASHING THROUGH THE GATES AT A GALLOP LEFT ME TO MAKE MY WAY BACK AFOOT
phonemes: wˈʌn dˈeɪ ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ᵻvˈɛnt hˈæpənd,  ænd ˈæftɚ ðə mˈænɚɹ ʌv mˈɛni ɡɹˈeɪt ᵻvˈɛnts, ɪt bɪɡˈæn ɪn mˈɪstɚɹi. lˈiːpɪŋ ɔnðə ɹˈoʊn mˈɛɹ, aɪ wʌz ɹˈaɪdɪŋ lˈaɪk mˈæd fɔːɹ hˈæɹədstˌaʊn tə fˈɛtʃ mˈɪsɪz. kˈaʊən. ænd ʃiː, wˌɛn ʃiː hˈɜːd ðə sˈʌmənz, ɐbˈændənd ɐ tˈɜːki ɔnðə spˈɪt, pˈɪtʃt hɜː bɹˈæts ˌaʊɾəv ðə dˈɔːɹ, sˈiːzd ðə mˈɛɹ, ænd dˈæʃɪŋ θɹuː ðə ɡˈeɪts æɾə ɡˈæləp lˈɛft mˌiː tə mˌeɪk maɪ wˈeɪ bˈæk ɐfˈʊt.