text_original: "Where'd you get the new boy, Sandy?" "His name's Davy," said Andy, "and his Pa's goin' to fight the Cherokees. He kin lick tarnation out'n any o' you." Meanwhile I held back, never having been thrown with so many of my own kind.
text_transcription: WHERE'D YOU GET THE NEW BOY SANDY HIS NAME'S DAVY SAID ANDY AND HIS PAW'S GOING TO FIGHT THE CHEROKEES HE CAN NICK TARNATION OUT OF ANY OF YOU MEANWHILE I HELD BACK NEVER HAVING BEEN THROWN WITH SO MANY OF MY OWN KIND
phonemes: "wˌɛɹd juː ɡɛt ðə nˈuː bˈɔɪ, sˈændi?" "hɪz nˈeɪmz dˈeɪvi," sˈɛd ˈændi, "ænd hɪz pˈɑːz ɡˌoʊɪn tə fˈaɪt ðə tʃˈɛɹoʊkˌiːz. hiː kˈɪn lˈɪk tɑːɹnˈeɪʃən ˈaʊtn ˌɛni ˈoʊ juː." mˈiːnwaɪl aɪ hˈɛld bˈæk, nˈɛvɚ hˌævɪŋ bˌɪn θɹˈoʊn wɪð sˌoʊ mˈɛni ʌv maɪ ˈoʊn kˈaɪnd.