text_original: I looked for another and mightier explosion from the old backwoodsman, but to my astonishment he seemed to forget Hans's existence, and turned and smiled on her benevolently. "Polly Ann," said he, "what be you about now?" "Gran'pa," said she, "here's Davy Trimble, who's a good boy, and his pa is just killed by the Cherokees along with Baskin, and he wants work and a home, and he's comin' along with us."
text_transcription: I LOOKED FOR ANOTHER AND MIGHTIER EXPLOSION FROM THE OLD BACKWOODSMAN BUT TO MY ASTONISHMENT HE SEEMED TO FORGET HANS'S EXISTENCE AND TURNED AND SMILED ON HER BENEVOLENTLY POLLYAN SAID HE WHAT BE YOU ABOUT NOW GRANDPA SAID SHE HERE'S DAVY TRIMPLE HE'S A GOOD BOY AND HIS TIE IS JUST KILLED BY THE CHEROKEES ALONG THE BASKET AND HE WANTS WORK AND A HOME AND HE'S COMING ALONG WITH US
phonemes: aɪ lˈʊkt fɔːɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ ænd mˈaɪɾiɚɹ ɛksplˈoʊʒən fɹʌmðɪ ˈoʊld bˈækwʊdzmən, bˌʌt tə maɪ ɐstˈɑːnɪʃmənt hiː sˈiːmd tə fɚɡˈɛt hˈænzᵻz ɛɡzˈɪstəns, ænd tˈɜːnd ænd smˈaɪld ˌɔn hɜː bənˈɛvələntli. "pˈɑːli ˈæn," sˈɛd hiː, "wˌʌt biː juː ɐbˌaʊt nˈaʊ?" "ɡɹˈænpə," sˈɛd ʃiː, "hˈɪɹz dˈeɪvi tɹˈɪmbəl, hˌuːz ɐ ɡˈʊd bˈɔɪ, ænd hɪz pˈɑː ɪz dʒˈʌst kˈɪld baɪ ðə tʃˈɛɹoʊkˌiːz ɐlˈɔŋ wɪð bˈæskɪn, ænd hiː wˈɔnts wˈɜːk ænd ɐ hˈoʊm, ænd hiːz kˈɑːmɪn ɐlˈɔŋ wɪð ˌʌs."