text_original: He turned to me and laughed gently. "Some day you'll cross the mountains and skin twenty of an evening," he said. "Ye'll make a woodsman sure. You've got the eye, and the hand." This little piece of praise from him made me hot all over.
text_transcription: HE TURNED TO ME AND LAUGHED GENTLY SOME DAY YOU'LL CROSS THE MOUNTAINS AND SKIN TWENTY OF AN EVENING HE SAID YOU'LL MAKE A WOODMAN SURE YOU'VE GOT THE EYE IN THE HAND THIS LITTLE PIECE OF PRAISE FROM HIM MADE ME HOT ALL OVER
phonemes: hiː tˈɜːnd tə mˌiː ænd lˈæft dʒˈɛntli. "sˌʌm dˈeɪ juːl kɹˈɔs ðə mˈaʊntɪnz ænd skˈɪn twˈɛnti əvən ˈiːvnɪŋ," hiː sˈɛd. "jˌiːəl mˌeɪk ɐ wˈʊdzmən ʃˈʊɹ. juːv ɡɑːt ðɪ ˈaɪ, ænd ðə hˈænd." ðɪs lˈɪɾəl pˈiːs ʌv pɹˈeɪz fɹʌm hˌɪm mˌeɪd mˌiː hˈɑːt ˈɔːl ˈoʊvɚ.