text_original: I knew him well, and when the giant lost his temper it was gone irrevocably until a fight was over. "Call a man a squar' name." "Hey, Frenchy," another of our men put in, stalking up to the clerk, "I reckon this here store's ourn, ef we've a mind to tek it.
text_transcription: I KNEW HIM WELL AND WHEN THE GIANT LOST HIS TEMPER IT WAS GONE IRREVOCAPABLY UNTIL A FIGHT WAS OVER CALL A MAN A SQUARE NAME HEY FRENCHY ANOTHER OF OUR MEN PUT IN STALKING UP TO THE CLERK I RECKON THIS YER STORE'S IRON IF WE'RE MINE TO TAKE IT
phonemes: aɪ nˈuː hˌɪm wˈɛl, ænd wɛn ðə dʒˈaɪənt lˈɔst hɪz tˈɛmpɚɹ ɪt wʌz ɡɔn ɪɹᵻvˈɑːkəbli ʌntˈɪl ɐ fˈaɪt wʌz ˈoʊvɚ. "kˈɔːl ɐ mˈæn ɐ skwˈɑːɹ nˈeɪm." "hˈeɪ, fɹˈɛntʃi," ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ʌv ˌaʊɚ mˈɛn pˌʊt ˈɪn, stˈɔːkɪŋ ˌʌp tə ðə klˈɜːk, "aɪ ɹˈɛkən ðɪs hˈɪɹ stˈɔːɹz ˈɜːn, ˈɛf wiːv ɐ mˈaɪnd tə tˈɛk ɪt.