text_original: It was Chauncey Dike, and he had won the race for the bottle of "Black Betty,"  Chauncey Dike, his long, black hair shining with bear's oil. Amid the cheers of the bride's friends he leaped from his saddle, mounted a stump and, flapping his arms, crowed in victory.
text_transcription: IT WAS CHANCEY DYKE AND HE HAD WON THE RACE FOR THE BOTTLE OF BLACK BETTY CHAUNCY DIKE HIS LONG BLACK HAIR SHINING WITH BEAR'S OIL AMID THE CHEERS OF THE BRIDE'S FRIENDS HE LEAPED FROM THE SADDLE MOUNTED A STUMP AND FLAPPING HIS ARMS CROWED IN VICTORY
phonemes: ɪt wʌz tʃˈɔːnsi dˈaɪk, ænd hiː hæd wˈʌn ðə ɹˈeɪs fɚðə bˈɑːɾəl ʌv "blˈæk bˈɛɾi,"  tʃˈɔːnsi dˈaɪk, hɪz lˈɔŋ, blˈæk hˈɛɹ ʃˈaɪnɪŋ wɪð bˈɛɹz ˈɔɪl. ɐmˈɪd ðə tʃˈɪɹz ʌvðə bɹˈaɪdz fɹˈɛndz hiː lˈiːpt fɹʌm hɪz sˈædəl, mˈaʊntᵻd ɐ stˈʌmp ænd, flˈæpɪŋ hɪz ˈɑːɹmz, kɹˈoʊd ɪn vˈɪktɚɹi.