text_original: "Ay, ay," came from the men round him. "Silence!" cried Clark, and turned again to the cowering Saunders. "You pretend to know the way to Kaskaskia, you bring us to the middle of the Indian country where we may be wiped out at any time, and now you have the damned effrontery to tell me that you have lost your way. I am a man of my word," he added with a vibrant intensity, and pointed to the limbs of a giant tree which stood at the edge of the distant forest.
text_transcription: AY AY CAME FROM THE MEN ROUND HIM SILENCE CRIED CLARK AND TURNED AGAIN TO THE COWERING SAUNDERS YOU PRETEND TO KNOW THE WAY TO CASCASCA YOU BRING US TO THE MIDDLE OF THE INDIAN COUNTRY WHERE WE MAY BE WIPED OUT AT ANY TIME AND NOW YOU HAVE THE DAMNED EFFRONTERY TO TELL ME THAT YOU'VE LOST YOUR WAY I'M A MAN ON MY WORD HE ADDED WITH A VIBRANT INTENSITY AND POINTED TO THE LIMBS OF A GIANT TREE WHICH STOOD AT THE EDGE OF THE DISTANT FOREST
phonemes: "ˈaɪ, ˈaɪ," kˈeɪm fɹʌmðə mˈɛn ɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm. "sˈaɪləns!" kɹˈaɪd klˈɑːɹk, ænd tˈɜːnd ɐɡˈɛn tə ðə kˈaʊɚɹɪŋ sˈɔːndɚz. "juː pɹɪtˈɛnd tə nˈoʊ ðə wˈeɪ tə kæskˈæskiə, juː bɹˈɪŋ ˌʌs tə ðə mˈɪdəl ʌvðɪ ˈɪndiən kˈʌntɹi wˌɛɹ wiː mˈeɪ biː wˈaɪpt ˈaʊt æɾ ˌɛni tˈaɪm, ænd nˈaʊ juː hæv ðə dˈæmd ˈɛfɹəntɚɹi tə tˈɛl mˌiː ðæt juː hæv lˈɔst jʊɹ wˈeɪ. aɪɐm ɐ mˈæn ʌv maɪ wˈɜːd," hiː ˈædᵻd wɪð ɐ vˈaɪbɹənt ɪntˈɛnsᵻɾi, ænd pˈɔɪntᵻd tə ðə lˈɪmz əvə dʒˈaɪənt tɹˈiː wˌɪtʃ stˈʊd æt ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə dˈɪstənt fˈɔːɹɪst.