text_original: At the head of them was a man of huge frame, and long, light hair falling down over the collar of his hunting shirt. He wrung Captain Harrod's hand. "That there's Simon Kenton, Davy," said Cowan, as we stood watching them.
text_transcription: AT THE HEAD OF THEM WAS A MAN OF HUGE FRAME AND LONG LIGHT HAIR FALLING DOWN OVER THE COLLAR OF HIS HUNTING SHIRT HE WRUNG CAPTAIN HAROLD'S HAND THAT THERE'S SIMON KITTEN DAVY SAID COWAN AS WE STOOD WATCHING THEM
phonemes: æt ðə hˈɛd ʌv ðˌɛm wʌzɐ mˈæn ʌv hjˈuːdʒ fɹˈeɪm, ænd lˈɔŋ, lˈaɪt hˈɛɹ fˈɔːlɪŋ dˌaʊn ˌoʊvɚ ðə kˈɑːlɚɹ ʌv hɪz hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt. hiː ɹˈʌŋ kˈæptɪn hˈæɹɑːdz hˈænd. "ðæt ðɛɹz sˈaɪmən kˈɛntən, dˈeɪvi," sˈɛd kˈaʊən, æz wiː stˈʊd wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðˌɛm.