text_original: His wooden shoes gave place to a stout pair of postilion boots, whose owner had been killed by his horses, in which his slender shanks had so much spare room that he could not have walked without the aid of half a truss of hay.
text_transcription: HIS WOODEN SHOES GAVE PLACE TO A STOUT PAIR OF POSTILION BOOTS WHOSE OWNER HAD BEEN KILLED BY HIS HORSES IN WHICH HIS SLENDER SHANKS HAD SO MUCH SPARE ROOM THAT HE COULD NOT HAVE WALKED WITHOUT THE AID OF HALF A TRUSS OF HAY
phonemes: hɪz wˈʊdən ʃˈuːz ɡˈeɪv plˈeɪs tʊ ɐ stˈaʊt pˈɛɹ ʌv poʊstˈɪliən bˈuːts, hˌuːz ˈoʊnɚ hɐdbɪn kˈɪld baɪ hɪz hˈɔːɹsᵻz, ɪnwˌɪtʃ hɪz slˈɛndɚ ʃˈæŋks hæd sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ spˈɛɹ ɹˈuːm ðæt hiː kʊd nˌɑːɾɐv wˈɔːkt wɪðˌaʊt ðɪ ˈeɪd ʌv hˈæf ɐ tɹˈʌs ʌv hˈeɪ.