text_original: I leaped on the mare, and with blinded eyes rode down the familiar trail, past the mill, to Harrodsburg. There Mr. Neville Colfax was waiting to take me across the mountains. There is a story in every man's life, like the kernel in the shell of a hickory nut.
text_transcription: I LEAPED ON THE MARE AND WITH BLINDED EYES RODE DOWN THE FAMILIAR TRAIL PAST THE MILL TO HERRITSBURG MISTER NEVILLE COLFAX WAS WAITING TO TAKE ME ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS THERE IS A STORY IN EVERY MAN'S LIFE LIKE THE KERNEL IN THE SHELL OF A HICKORY NUT
phonemes: aɪ lˈiːpt ɔnðə mˈɛɹ, ænd wɪð blˈaɪndᵻd ˈaɪz ɹˈoʊd dˌaʊn ðə fəmˈɪlɪɹ tɹˈeɪl, pˈæst ðə mˈɪl, tə hˈæɹədsbˌɜːɡ. ðɛɹ mˈɪstɚ. nˈɛvɪl kˈɑːlfæks wʌz wˈeɪɾɪŋ tə tˈeɪk mˌiː əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈaʊntɪnz. ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ stˈɔːɹi ɪn ˈɛvɹi mˈænz lˈaɪf, lˈaɪk ðə kˈɜːnəl ɪnðə ʃˈɛl əvə hˈɪkɚɹi nˈʌt.