text_original: As we rose into the more rugged country we passed more than one charred cabin that told its silent story of Indian massacre. Only on the scattered hill farms women and boys and old men were working in the fields, all save the scalawags having gone to join Rutherford.
text_transcription: AS WE ROSE INTO THE MORE RUGGED COUNTRY WE PASSED MORE THAN ONE CHARRED CABIN THAT TOLD ITS SILENT STORY OF INDIAN MASSACRE ONLY ON THE SCATTERED HILL FARMS WOMEN AND BOYS AND OLD MEN WERE WORKING IN THE FIELDS ALL SAVE THE SCALLAWAGS HAVING GONE TO JOIN RUTHFORD
phonemes: æz wiː ɹˈoʊz ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈɔːɹ ɹˈʌɡᵻd kˈʌntɹi wiː pˈæst mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌn tʃˈɑːɹd kˈæbɪn ðæt tˈoʊld ɪts sˈaɪlənt stˈɔːɹi ʌv ˈɪndiən mˈæsəkɚ. ˈoʊnli ɔnðə skˈæɾɚd hˈɪl fˈɑːɹmz wˈɪmɪn ænd bˈɔɪz ænd ˈoʊld mˈɛn wɜː wˈɜːkɪŋ ɪnðə fˈiːldz, ˈɔːl sˈeɪv ðə skˈeɪlɐwˌæɡz hˌævɪŋ ɡɔn tə dʒˈɔɪn ɹˈʌðɚfɚd.