text_original: I found Captain Bowman, delivered the letter, and started back again through the brown, dusty street, which lay in the shade of the great forest trees that still lined it, doubling now and again to avoid an idling brave that looked bent upon mischief. For a single mischance might set the tide running to massacre. I was nearing the gate again, the dust flying from my moccasined feet, the sight of the stalwart Tom giving me courage again.
text_transcription: I FOUND CAPTAIN BOWMAN DELIVERED THE LETTER AND STARTED BACK AGAIN THROUGH THE BROWN DUSTY STREET WHICH LAY IN THE SHADE OF THE GREAT FOREST TREES THAT STILL WINDED DOUBLING NOW AND AGAIN TO AVOID AN IDLING BRAVE THAT LOOKED BENT UPON MISCHIEF FOR SINGLE MISCHANCE MIGHT SET THE TIDE RUNNING TO MASSACRE I WAS NEARING THE GATE AGAIN THE DUST FLYING FROM MY MOCCASINED FEET THE SIGHT OF THE STALWART TOM GIVING ME COURAGE AGAIN
phonemes: aɪ fˈaʊnd kˈæptɪn bˈoʊmən, dᵻlˈɪvɚd ðə lˈɛɾɚ, ænd stˈɑːɹɾᵻd bˈæk ɐɡˈɛn θɹuː ðə bɹˈaʊn, dˈʌsti stɹˈiːt, wˌɪtʃ lˈeɪ ɪnðə ʃˈeɪd ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɔːɹɪst tɹˈiːz ðæt stˈɪl lˈaɪnd ɪt, dˈʌblɪŋ nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn tʊ ɐvˈɔɪd ɐn ˈaɪdlɪŋ bɹˈeɪv ðæt lˈʊkt bˈɛnt əpˌɑːn mˈɪstʃɪf. fɚɹə sˈɪŋɡəl mɪstʃˈæns mˌaɪt sˈɛt ðə tˈaɪd ɹˈʌnɪŋ tə mˈæsəkɚ. aɪ wʌz nˌɪɹɪŋ ðə ɡˈeɪt ɐɡˈɛn, ðə dˈʌst flˈaɪɪŋ fɹʌm maɪ mˈɑːkəsɪnd fˈiːt, ðə sˈaɪt ʌvðə stˈɔːlwɔːɹt tˈɑːm ɡˈɪvɪŋ mˌiː kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ɐɡˈɛn.