text_original: We all laughed, for we loved him none the less. His little blue eyes were perfectly solemn as he answered:   "Ve send you fight Injuns mit your tongue, Mrs. Cowan. Then we haf no more troubles." "Land of Canaan!" cried she, "I reckon I could do more harm with it than you with a gun."
text_transcription: WE ALL LAUGHED FOR WE LOVED HIM NONE THE LESS HIS LITTLE BLUE EYES WERE PERFECTLY SOLEMN AS HE ANSWERED BE SENT YOU FIGHT INDIANS MIT YOUR TONGUE MISSUS COWAN THEN WE HAVE NO MORE TROUBLES LAND A CANAAN CRIED SHE I RECKON I CAN DO MORE HARM WITH IT THAN YOU WITH A GUN
phonemes: wiː ˈɔːl lˈæft, fɔːɹ wiː lˈʌvd hˌɪm nˈʌn ðə lˈɛs. hɪz lˈɪɾəl blˈuː ˈaɪz wɜː pˈɜːfɛktli sˈɑːləm æz hiː ˈænsɚd:   "vˈiː sˈɛnd juː fˈaɪt ɪndʒˈʌnz mˈɪt jʊɹ tˈʌŋ, mˈɪsɪz. kˈaʊən. ðˈɛn wiː hˈæf nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ tɹˈʌbəlz." "lˈænd ʌv kˈænɑːn!" kɹˈaɪd ʃiː, "aɪ ɹˈɛkən aɪ kʊd dˈuː mˈɔːɹ hˈɑːɹm wɪð ɪt ðɐn juː wɪð ɐ ɡˈʌn."