text_original: He whipped up the pony, and contrived to distance his imaginary pursuer; and having succeeded, he praised his own driving, and at the cross roads he said: 'I dare not go any farther, but you can't miss the lodge gate in that clump of trees  the first white gate you come to.
text_transcription: HE WHIPPED UP THE PONY AND CONTRIVED TO DISTANCE HIS IMAGINARY PURSUER AND HAVING SUCCEEDED HE PRAISED HIS OWN DRIVING AND AT THE CROSSROADS HE SAID I DARE NOT GO ANY FURTHER BUT YOU CAN'T MISS THE LODGE GATE IN THAT CLUMP OF TREES THE FIRST WHITE GATE YOU COME TO
phonemes: hiː wˈɪpt ˌʌp ðə pˈoʊni, ænd kəntɹˈaɪvd tə dˈɪstəns hɪz ɪmˈædʒɪnˌɛɹi pɚsˈuːɚ; ænd hˌævɪŋ səksˈiːdᵻd, hiː pɹˈeɪzd hɪz ˈoʊn dɹˈaɪvɪŋ, ænd æt ðə kɹˈɔs ɹˈoʊdz hiː sˈɛd: aɪ dˈɛɹ nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ ˌɛni fˈɑːɹðɚ, bˌʌt juː kˈænt mˈɪs ðə lˈɑːdʒ ɡˈeɪt ɪn ðæt klˈʌmp ʌv tɹˈiːz ðə fˈɜːst wˈaɪt ɡˈeɪt juː kˈʌm tuː.