text_original: A mighty pitcher of cider flanked this savory dish, to which Primus rolled delighted eyes at the moment of sitting down. The time had not yet dawned, in those simple, old New England days, when the black skin of the African was held to disqualify him from a seat at the social board with the men whom he joined in daily labor.
text_transcription: A MIGHTY PITCHER OF CIDER FLANKED THIS SAVOURY DISH TO WHICH PRIMUS ROLLED DELIGHTED EYES AT THE MOMENT OF SITTING DOWN THE TIME HAD NOT YET DAWNED IN THOSE SIMPLE OLD NEW ENGLAND DAYS WHEN THE BLACK SKIN OF THE AFRICAN WAS HELD TO DISQUALIFY HIM FROM A SEAT AT THE SOCIAL BOARD WITH THE MEN WHOM HE JOINED IN DAILY LABOUR
phonemes: ɐ mˈaɪɾi pˈɪtʃɚɹ ʌv sˈaɪdɚ flˈæŋkt ðɪs sˈeɪvɚɹi dˈɪʃ, tə wˌɪtʃ pɹˈaɪməs ɹˈoʊld dᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd ˈaɪz æt ðə mˈoʊmənt ʌv sˈɪɾɪŋ dˈaʊn. ðə tˈaɪm hæd nˌɑːt jˈɛt dˈɔːnd, ɪn ðoʊz sˈɪmpəl, ˈoʊld nˈuː ˈɪŋɡlənd dˈeɪz, wˌɛn ðə blˈæk skˈɪn ʌvðɪ ˈæfɹɪkən wʌz hˈɛld tə dɪskwˈɑːlᵻfˌaɪ hˌɪm fɹʌm ɐ sˈiːt æt ðə sˈoʊʃəl bˈɔːɹd wɪððə mˈɛn hˈuːm hiː dʒˈɔɪnd ɪn dˈeɪli lˈeɪbɚ.