text_original: "This here ain't as excitin' as I thought. I reckon there ain't no redskins nohow." "What!" cried Polly Ann, in loud scorn, "ye're a goin' to desert? There'll be redskins enough by and by, I'll warrant ye." "How'd you like to come along of us," says Riley; "that ain't any place for wimmen, over yonder."
text_transcription: THIS HERE AIN'T AS EXCITING AS I THOUGHT I RECKON THERE AIN'T NO REDSKINS NOHOW WHAT CRIED POLLYAN IN LOUD SCORN YOU'RE A GOING TO DESERT THERE'LL BE REDSKINS ENOUGH BY AND BY I'LL WARN'T YER HOW'D YOU LIKE TO COME ALONG OF US SAYS RILEY THAT AIN'T ANY PLACE FOR WOMEN OVER YONDER
phonemes: "ðɪs hˈɪɹ ˈeɪnt æz ɛksˈɪtɪn æz aɪ θˈɔːt. aɪ ɹˈɛkən ðɛɹ ˈeɪnt nˈoʊ ɹˈɛdskɪnz nˈoʊhaʊ." "wˌʌt!" kɹˈaɪd pˈɑːli ˈæn, ɪn lˈaʊd skˈɔːɹn, "jˌiːɚɹ ɐ ɡˌoʊɪn tə dᵻzˈɜːt? ðɛɹl biː ɹˈɛdskɪnz ɪnˈʌf baɪ ænd bˈaɪ, aɪl wˈɔːɹənt jˈiː." "hˌaʊd juː lˈaɪk tə kˈʌm ɐlˈɔŋ ʌv ˌʌs," sˈɛz ɹˈaɪli; "ðæt ˈeɪnt ˌɛni plˈeɪs fɔːɹ wˈɪmən, ˌoʊvɚ jˈɑːndɚ."