text_original: said he to my father. "None sae good, now," said my father. "I reckon not. My cabin's on Beaver Creek some forty mile above, and game's going there, too." "Settlements," said my father. But presently, after a few whiffs of his pipe, he added, "I hear fine things of this land across the mountains, that the Indians call the Dark and Bluidy Ground." "And well named," said the stranger. "But a brave country," said my father, "and all tramped down with game.
text_transcription: SAID HE TO MY FATHER NONE SO GOOD NOW SAID MY FATHER I RECKON NOT MY CABIN'S ON BEAVER CREEK SOME FORTY MILE ABOVE AND GAME'S GOING THERE TOO SETTLEMENTS SAID MY FATHER BUT PRESENTLY WITH A FEW WHIFFS OF HIS PIPE HE ADDED I HEAR FINE THINGS OF THIS LAND ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS BUT THE INDIANS CALL THE DARK AND BLOODY GROUND AND WELL NAMED SAID THE STRANGER BUT A BRAVE COUNTRY SAID MY FATHER AND ALL TRAMPED DOWN WITH GAME
phonemes: sˈɛd hiː tə maɪ fˈɑːðɚ. "nˈʌn ˌɛsˌeɪˈiː ɡˈʊd, nˈaʊ," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ. "aɪ ɹˈɛkən nˈɑːt. maɪ kˈæbɪnz ˌɔn bˈiːvɚ kɹˈiːk sˌʌm fˈɔːɹɾi mˈaɪl əbˈʌv, ænd ɡˈeɪmz ɡˌoʊɪŋ ðˈɛɹ, tˈuː." "sˈɛɾəlmənts," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ. bˌʌt pɹˈɛzəntli, ˈæftɚɹ ɐ fjˈuː wˈɪfs ʌv hɪz pˈaɪp, hiː ˈædᵻd, "aɪ hˈɪɹ fˈaɪn θˈɪŋz ʌv ðɪs lˈænd əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈaʊntɪnz, ðætðɪ ˈɪndiənz kˈɔːl ðə dˈɑːɹk ænd bljˈuːɪdi ɡɹˈaʊnd." "ænd wˈɛl nˈeɪmd," sˈɛd ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ. "bˌʌt ɐ bɹˈeɪv kˈʌntɹi," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, "ænd ˈɔːl tɹˈæmpt dˌaʊn wɪð ɡˈeɪm.