text_original: It was January. There was Colonel Clark on a runt of an Indian pony; Tom McChesney on another, riding ahead, several French gentlemen seated on stools in a two wheeled cart, and myself.
text_transcription: IT WAS JANUARY THERE WAS COLONEL CARP ON A ROT OF AN INDIAN PONY TOM MC CHESTNY ON ANOTHER RIDING AHEAD SEVERAL FRENCH GENTLEMEN SEATED ON STOOLS IN A TWO WHEELED CART AND MYSELF
phonemes: ɪt wʌz dʒˈænjuːˌɛɹi. ðɛɹwˌʌz kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk ˌɔn ɐ ɹˈʌnt əvən ˈɪndiən pˈoʊni; tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni ˌɔn ɐnˈʌðɚ, ɹˈaɪdɪŋ ɐhˈɛd, sˈɛvɹəl fɹˈɛntʃ dʒˈɛntəlmən sˈiːɾᵻd ˌɔn stˈuːlz ɪn ɐ tˈuː wˈiːld kˈɑːɹt, ænd maɪsˈɛlf.