text_original: When we reached the " Bul  lock Pens," half a mile west of Wilkinsburg, there were m.any lights and much bustle in and around the old yellow tavern, where teamsters were attending to their weary horses.
text_transcription: WHEN WE REACHED THE BULLOCK PENS HALF A MILE WEST OF WILKINSBURG THERE WERE MANY LIGHTS AND MUCH BUSTLE IN AND AROUND THE OLD YELLOW TAVERN WHERE TEAMSTERS WERE ATTENDING TO THEIR WEARY HORSES
phonemes: wˌɛn wiː ɹˈiːtʃt ðə " bˈʌl lˈɑːk pˈɛnz," hˈæf ɐ mˈaɪl wˈɛst ʌv wˈɪlkɪnzbˌɜːɡ, ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ˈɛm.ˌɛni lˈaɪts ænd mˈʌtʃ bˈʌsəl ɪn ænd ɚɹˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈoʊld jˈɛloʊ tˈævɚn, wˌɛɹ tˈiːmstɚz wɜːɹ ɐtˈɛndɪŋ tə ðɛɹ wˈɪɹi hˈɔːɹsᵻz.