text_original: Poor Polly Ann! She could not write, but a runner from Harrodstown who was a friend of Tom's had carried all the way to Cahokia, in the pocket with his despatches, a fold of nettle bark linen.
text_transcription: POOR POLLY ANNE COULD NOT WRITE BUT A RUNNER FROM HAROODSTOWN WHO WAS A FRIEND OF TOM'S HAD CARRIED ALL THE WAY TO KUHOCHIA IN THE POCKET WITH HIS DESPATCHES A FOLD OF NETTLEBARK LINEN
phonemes: pˈʊɹ pˈɑːli ˈæn! ʃiː kʊd nˌɑːt ɹˈaɪt, bˌʌt ɐ ɹˈʌnɚ fɹʌm hˈæɹədstˌaʊn hˌuː wʌzɐ fɹˈɛnd ʌv tˈɑːmz hæd kˈæɹid ˈɔːl ðə wˈeɪ tə kæhˈoʊkiə, ɪnðə pˈɑːkɪt wɪð hɪz dᵻspˈætʃᵻz, ɐ fˈoʊld ʌv nˈɛɾəl bˈɑːɹk lˈɪnɪn.