text_original: The tears gushed down my cheeks; I stood motionless and silent for some time. At length, recovering the use of speech, I exclaimed, "Gracious God! Mr. Bowling!" My uncle no sooner heard his name mentioned, than he started up, crying, with some surprise, "Holla!"
text_transcription: THE TEARS GUSHED DOWN MY CHEEKS I STOOD MOTIONLESS AND SILENT FOR SOME TIME AT LENGTH RECOVERING THE USE OF MY SPEECH I EXCLAIMED GRACIOUS GOD MISTER BOWLING MY UNCLE NO SOONER HEARD HIS NAME MENTIONED THAN HE STARTED UP CRYING WITH SOME SURPRISE HOLA
phonemes: ðə tˈɪɹz ɡˈʌʃt dˌaʊn maɪ tʃˈiːks; aɪ stˈʊd mˈoʊʃənləs ænd sˈaɪlənt fɔːɹ sˌʌm tˈaɪm. æt lˈɛŋθ, ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹɪŋ ðə jˈuːs ʌv spˈiːtʃ, aɪ ɛksklˈeɪmd, "ɡɹˈeɪʃəs ɡˈɑːd! mˈɪstɚ. bˈoʊlɪŋ!" maɪ ˈʌŋkəl nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ hˈɜːd hɪz nˈeɪm mˈɛnʃənd, ðɐn hiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ˈʌp, kɹˈaɪɪŋ, wɪð sˌʌm sɚpɹˈaɪz, "hˈɑːlə!"