text_original: I had no sooner ridden out of the forest shade when I saw that the place was in an uproar, men and women gathering in groups and running here and there between the cabins. Urging on the mare, I cantered across the fields, and the first person I met was James Ray. "What's the matter?" I asked.
text_transcription: I HAD NO SOONER RIDDEN OUT OF THE FOREST SHADE WHEN I SAW THAT THE PLACE WAS AN UPROAR MEN AND WOMEN GATHERING IN GROUPS AND RUNNING HERE AND THERE BETWEEN THE CABINS URGING ON THE MARE I CANTERED ACROSS THE FIELDS AND THE FIRST PERSON I MET WAS JAMES RAY WHAT'S THE MATTER I ASKED
phonemes: aɪ hæd nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ ɹˈɪdən ˌaʊɾəv ðə fˈɔːɹɪst ʃˈeɪd wɛn aɪ sˈɔː ðætðə plˈeɪs wʌz ɪn ɐn ˈʌpɹɔːɹ, mˈɛn ænd wˈɪmɪn ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ ɪn ɡɹˈuːps ænd ɹˈʌnɪŋ hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ bᵻtwˌiːn ðə kˈæbɪnz. ˈɜːdʒɪŋ ɔnðə mˈɛɹ, aɪ kˈæntɚd əkɹˌɑːs ðə fˈiːldz, ænd ðə fˈɜːst pˈɜːsən aɪ mˈɛt wʌz dʒˈeɪmz ɹˈeɪ. "wˌʌts ðə mˈæɾɚ?" aɪ ˈæskt.