text_original: From the moment when the Stuart standard fluttered its folds of white and crimson on the Highland wind it seemed as if the Stuart luck had turned. Charles might well conceive himself happy.
text_transcription: FROM THE MOMENT WHEN THE STEWARD'S STANDARD FLUTTERED ITS FOLDS OF WHITE AND CRIMSON ON THE HIGHLAND WIND IT SEEMED AS IF THE STUART LUCK HAD TURNED CHARLES MIGHT WELL CONCEIVE HIMSELF HAPPY
phonemes: fɹʌmðə mˈoʊmənt wɛn ðə stˈuːɚt stˈændɚd flˈʌɾɚd ɪts fˈoʊldz ʌv wˈaɪt ænd kɹˈɪmsən ɔnðə hˈaɪlənd wˈɪnd ɪt sˈiːmd æz ɪf ðə stˈuːɚt lˈʌk hæd tˈɜːnd. tʃˈɑːɹlz mˌaɪt wˈɛl kənsˈiːv hɪmsˈɛlf hˈæpi.