text_original: "Him!" cried Terence, dropping the stock of his Deckard to the ground. "And back to Kaintuckee! Arrah, 'tis a sin to be jokin' before a man has a bit in his sthummick. Bad cess to yere plisantry before breakfast." "I'm telling you what the Colonel himself told me," I answered, and ran on.
text_transcription: HIM CRIED TERENCE DROPPING THE STOCK OF HIS DECORD TO THE GROUND AND BACK TO KENTUCKY HURRAH TIS A SAID TO BE JOKING BEFORE A MAN HASN'T BITTEN HIS STOMACH BAD CESS TO YOUR PLEASANTRY BEFORE BREAKFAST I'M TELLING YOU WHAT THE COLONEL HIMSELF TOLD ME I ANSWERED AND RAN ON
phonemes: "hˌɪm!" kɹˈaɪd tˈɛɹəns, dɹˈɑːpɪŋ ðə stˈɑːk ʌv hɪz dˈɛkɚd tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd. "ænd bˈæk tə kˈaɪntəkˌiː! ɚɹˈɑː, tˈɪz ɐ sˈɪn təbi dʒˈɑːkɪn bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ mˈæn hɐz ɐ bˈɪt ɪn hɪz ˈɛsθˈʌmɪk. bˈæd sˈɛs tə jˈɜː plˈɪsəntɹi bᵻfˌɔːɹ bɹˈɛkfəst." "aɪm tˈɛlɪŋ juː wʌt ðə kˈɜːnəl hɪmsˈɛlf tˈoʊld mˌiː," aɪ ˈænsɚd, ænd ɹˈæn ˈɔn.