text_original: "How do you do, uncle Bacchus?" she said as she approached an old, gray  haired, very black man in a corner. He rose to his feet and shewed a tall, slim figure, not bent at all, though the indications of his face pointed to very advanced age.
text_transcription: HOW DO YOU DO UNCLE BACCHUS SHE SAID AS SHE APPROACHED AN OLD GRAY HAIRED VERY BLACK MAN IN A CORNER HE ROSE TO HIS FEET AND SHOWED A TALL SLIM FIGURE NOT BENT AT ALL THOUGH THE INDICATIONS OF HIS FACE POINTED TO VERY ADVANCED AGE
phonemes: "hˌaʊ dˈuː juː dˈuː, ˈʌŋkəl bˈækəs?" ʃiː sˈɛd æz ʃiː ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt ɐn ˈoʊld, ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹd, vˈɛɹi blˈæk mˈæn ɪn ɐ kˈɔːɹnɚ. hiː ɹˈoʊz tə hɪz fˈiːt ænd ʃˈoʊd ɐ tˈɔːl, slˈɪm fˈɪɡjɚ, nˌɑːt bˈɛnt æɾ ˈɔːl, ðˌoʊ ðɪ ˌɪndɪkˈeɪʃənz ʌv hɪz fˈeɪs pˈɔɪntᵻd tə vˈɛɹi ɐdvˈænst ˈeɪdʒ.