text_original: So the black swore, and then the farmer cried out   "Now, in the name of God. There you are at liberty," and the little one vanished like lightning.
text_transcription: SO THE BLACKS SWORE AND THEN THE FARMER CRIED OUT NOW IN THE NAME OF GOD THERE YOU ARE AT LIBERTY AND THE LITTLE ONE VANISHED LIKE LIGHTNING
phonemes: sˌoʊ ðə blˈæk swˈɔːɹ, ænd ðˈɛn ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt   "nˈaʊ, ɪnðə nˈeɪm ʌv ɡˈɑːd. ðɛɹ juː ɑːɹ æt lˈɪbɚɾi," ænd ðə lˈɪɾəl wˈʌn vˈænɪʃt lˈaɪk lˈaɪtnɪŋ.