text_original: They looked back, and, as day had dawned during Spia  gudry's long soliloquy, they could distinguish, a hundred paces behind them, a man dressed in black waving one hand to them, and with the other urging on one of those small dingy wrhite ponies so often seen, either wild or do  mesticated, in the lower mountain ranges of Norway.
text_transcription: THEY LOOKED BACK AND AS THEY HAD DAWNED DURING SBIAGRI'S LONG SOLILOQUY THEY COULD DISTINGUISH A HUNDRED PACES BEHIND THEM A MAN DRESSED IN BLACK WAVING ONE HAND TO THEM AND WITH THE OTHER URGING ON ONE OF THOSE SMALL DINGY WHITE PONIES SO OFTEN SEEN EITHER WILD OR DOMESTICATED IN THE LOWER MOUNTAIN RANGES OF NORWAY
phonemes: ðeɪ lˈʊkt bˈæk, ænd, æz dˈeɪ hæd dˈɔːnd dˈʊɹɹɪŋ spˈiə ɡˈʌdɹiz lˈɔŋ səlˈɪləkwi, ðeɪ kʊd dɪstˈɪŋɡwɪʃ, ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd pˈeɪsᵻz bᵻhˈaɪnd ðˌɛm, ɐ mˈæn dɹˈɛst ɪn blˈæk wˈeɪvɪŋ wˈʌn hˈænd tə ðˌɛm, ænd wɪððɪ ˈʌðɚɹ ˈɜːdʒɪŋ ˌɔn wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz smˈɔːl dˈɪndʒi dˈʌbəljˌuːɹˈaɪt pˈoʊniz sˌoʊ ˈɔfən sˈiːn, ˈiːðɚ wˈaɪld ɔːɹ dˈuː mˈɛstᵻkˌeɪɾᵻd, ɪnðə lˈoʊɚ mˈaʊntɪn ɹˈeɪndʒᵻz ʌv nˈɔːɹweɪ.