text_original: These same Indians had killed my father; and there surged up in my breast that hatred of the painted race felt by every backwoods boy in my time.
text_transcription: THESE SAME INDIANS HAD KILLED MY FATHER AND THERE SURGED UP IN MY BREAST THAT HATRED OF THE PAINTED RACE FELT BY EVERY BACKWARDS BOY IN MY TIME
phonemes: ðiːz sˈeɪm ˈɪndiənz hæd kˈɪld maɪ fˈɑːðɚ; ænd ðɛɹ sˈɜːdʒd ˌʌp ɪn maɪ bɹˈɛst ðæt hˈeɪtɹɪd ʌvðə pˈeɪntᵻd ɹˈeɪs fˈɛlt baɪ ˈɛvɹi bˈækwʊdz bˈɔɪ ɪn maɪ tˈaɪm.