text_original: The old man, whose name was Ripley, wore a nut brown hunting shirt trimmed with red cotton; and he had no sooner slipped the packs from his horses than he began to rail at Hans, who stood looking on.
text_transcription: THE OLD MAN WHOSE NAME WAS WHIPLEY WORE A NUT BROWN HUNTING SHIRT TRIMMED WITH RED COTTON AND HE HAD NO SOONER SLIPPED THE PACKS FROM HIS HORSES THAN HE BEGAN TO RAIL AT HANS WHO STOOD LOOKING ON
phonemes: ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn, hˌuːz nˈeɪm wʌz ɹˈɪpli, wˈɔːɹ ɐ nˈʌt bɹˈaʊn hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt tɹˈɪmd wɪð ɹˈɛd kˈɑːʔn̩; ænd hiː hæd nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ slˈɪpt ðə pˈæks fɹʌm hɪz hˈɔːɹsᵻz ðɐn hiː bɪɡˈæn tə ɹˈeɪl æt hˈænz, hˌuː stˈʊd lˈʊkɪŋ ˈɔn.