text_original: "They are respectable men," answered Mr. Mason, "and were at Fanning Hall to day patrolling." "I would rather be killed by whites than blacks," said the lady. "But who is to go for the militia?" "I will ride for them," said Mr. Mason. It was a dark, lowering night, and spitting rain.
text_transcription: THEY ARE RESPECTABLE MEN ANSWERED MISTER MASON AND WERE AT FANNING HALL TO DAY PATROLLING I WOULD RATHER BE KILLED BY WHITES THAN BLACKS SAID THE LADY BUT WHO IS TO GO FOR THE MILITIA I WILL RIDE FOR THEM SAID MISTER MASON IT WAS A DARK LOWERING NIGHT AND SPITTING RAIN
phonemes: "ðeɪ ɑːɹ ɹᵻspˈɛktəbəl mˈɛn," ˈænsɚd mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪsən, "ænd wɜːɹ æt fˈænɪŋ hˈɔːl tə dˈeɪ pɐtɹˈoʊlɪŋ." "aɪ wʊd ɹˈæðɚ biː kˈɪld baɪ wˈaɪts ðɐn blˈæks," sˈɛd ðə lˈeɪdi. "bˌʌt hˌuː ɪz tə ɡˌoʊ fɚðə məlˈɪʃə?" "aɪ wɪl ɹˈaɪd fɔːɹ ðˌɛm," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪsən. ɪt wʌzɐ dˈɑːɹk, lˈoʊɚɹɪŋ nˈaɪt, ænd spˈɪɾɪŋ ɹˈeɪn.