text_original: (In Lower Brittany he had been cast, Near Quimper Corentin, and all may know 'Tis there that Destiny sends folks she hates. God keep us from such journey here below!) But to return. The Carter, in the mire, Rages and swears, and foams and execrates   His eyes wild rolling, and his face on fire; Curses the holes, the horses, every stone, [Illustration: THE CARTER STUCK IN THE MUD.] The cart, and then himself.
text_transcription: IN LOWER BRITTANY HE HAD BEEN CAST NEAR CAMPER CORENTIN AND ALL MAY KNOW THIS STARE THAT DESTINY SENDS FOLKS SHE HATES GOD KEEP US FROM SUCH JOURNEY HERE BELOW BUT TO RETURN THE CARTER IN THE MAYA RAGES AND SWEARS AND FOAMS AND EXECRATES HIS EYES WILD ROLLING AND HIS FACE ON FIRE CURSES THE HOLES THE HORSES EVERY STONE THE CART AND THEN HIMSELF
phonemes: (ɪn lˈoʊɚ bɹˈɪtəni hiː hɐdbɪn kˈæst, nˌɪɹ kwˈɪmpɚ kˈɔːɹəntˌɪn, ænd ˈɔːl mˈeɪ nˈoʊ tˈɪz ðɛɹ ðæt dˈɛstɪni sˈɛndz fˈoʊks ʃiː hˈeɪts. ɡˈɑːd kˈiːp ˌʌs fɹʌm sˈʌtʃ dʒˈɜːni hˈɪɹ bᵻlˈoʊ!) bˌʌt tə ɹᵻtˈɜːn. ðə kˈɑːɹɾɚ, ɪnðə mˈaɪɚ, ɹˈeɪdʒᵻz ænd swˈɛɹz, ænd fˈoʊmz ænd ˈɛksɪkɹˌeɪts hɪz ˈaɪz wˈaɪld ɹˈoʊlɪŋ, ænd hɪz fˈeɪs ˌɔn fˈaɪɚ; kˈɜːsᵻz ðə hˈoʊlz, ðə hˈɔːɹsᵻz, ˈɛvɹi stˈoʊn, [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən: ðə kˈɑːɹɾɚ stˈʌk ɪnðə mˈʌd.] ðə kˈɑːɹt, ænd ðˈɛn hɪmsˈɛlf.