text_original: My father hailed him, and he came running towards us, still shouting, and vaulted the rails. He stood before us, eying me with a most mischievous look in his blue eyes, and dabbling in the red mud with his toes.
text_transcription: MY FATHER HAILED HIM AND HE CAME RUNNING TOWARDS US STILL SHOUTING AND VAULTED THE RAILS HE STOOD BEFORE ME EYEING ME WITH A MOST MISCHIEVOUS LOOK IN HIS BLUE EYES AND DABBLING IN THE RED MUD WITH HIS TOES
phonemes: maɪ fˈɑːðɚ hˈeɪld hˌɪm, ænd hiː kˈeɪm ɹˈʌnɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz ˌʌs, stˈɪl ʃˈaʊɾɪŋ, ænd vˈɔltᵻd ðə ɹˈeɪlz. hiː stˈʊd bᵻfˈɔːɹ ˌʌs, ˈaɪɪŋ mˌiː wɪð ɐ mˈoʊst mˈɪstʃɪvəs lˈʊk ɪn hɪz blˈuː ˈaɪz, ænd dˈæblɪŋ ɪnðə ɹˈɛd mˈʌd wɪð hɪz tˈoʊz.