text_original: "Ye'll live to rue this day, Alec Trimble," cried the man. "Ye may think ye're too fine for the likes of us, but there's them in the settlement that knows about ye." With that he flung himself on his horse, and rode away.
text_transcription: YE'LL LIVE TO RUE THIS DAY ALEC TREMBLE CRIED THE MAN YE MAY THINK YE'RE TOO FINE FOR THE LIKES OF US BUT THERE'S THEM IN THE SETTLEMENT THAT KNOWS ABOUT YE WITH THAT HE FLUNG HIMSELF ON HIS HORSE AND RODE AWAY
phonemes: "jˌiːəl lˈaɪv tə ɹˈuː ðɪs dˈeɪ, ˈælɪk tɹˈɪmbəl," kɹˈaɪd ðə mˈæn. "jiː mˈeɪ θˈɪŋk jˌiːɚ tˈuː fˈaɪn fɚðə lˈaɪks ʌv ˌʌs, bˌʌt ðɛɹz ðˌɛm ɪnðə sˈɛɾəlmənt ðæt nˈoʊz ɐbˌaʊt jˈiː." wɪð ðæt hiː flˈʌŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ˌɔn hɪz hˈɔːɹs, ænd ɹˈoʊd ɐwˈeɪ.