text_original: he demanded suspiciously. "Why do you go over?" retorted Riley, for that was his name. "I reckon I'm no more of a Tory than you." "Whar did ye come from?" said Tom. "Chiswell's mines, taking out lead for the army o' Congress. But there ain't excitement enough in it." "And you?" said Tom, turning to Cutcheon and eying his military coat. "I got tired of their damned discipline," the man answered surlily.
text_transcription: HE DEMANDED SUSPICIOUSLY WHY DO YOU GO OVER RETORTED RILEY FOR THAT WAS HIS NAME I RECKON I'M NO MORE A TORYRY THAN YOU WHERE'D YOU COME FROM ASKED TOM CHISWELL'S MINES TAKEN OUT LEAD FOR THE ARMY OF CONGRESS BUT THEY AIN'T EXCITEMENT ENOUGH IN IT AND YOU SAID TOM TURNING TO CHECHYEN AND EYEING HIS MILITARY COAT I GOT TIRED OF THEIR DAMNED DISCIPLINE THE MAN ANSWERED SURLILY
phonemes: hiː dᵻmˈændᵻd səspˈɪʃəsli. "wˌaɪ dˈuː juː ɡˌoʊ ˈoʊvɚ?" ɹᵻtˈɔːɹɾᵻd ɹˈaɪli, fɔːɹ ðæt wʌz hɪz nˈeɪm. "aɪ ɹˈɛkən aɪm nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ əvə tˈɔːɹi ðɐn juː." "wˈɔːɹ dˈɪd jiː kˈʌm fɹʌm?" sˈɛd tˈɑːm. "kˈɪswɛlz mˈaɪnz, tˈeɪkɪŋ ˈaʊt lˈiːd fɚðɪ ˈɑːɹmi ˈoʊ kˈɑːŋɡɹəs. bˌʌt ðɛɹ ˈeɪnt ɛksˈaɪtmənt ɪnˈʌf ɪn ɪt." "ænd juː?" sˈɛd tˈɑːm, tˈɜːnɪŋ tə kˈʌtʃən ænd ˈaɪɪŋ hɪz mˈɪlətˌɛɹi kˈoʊt. "aɪ ɡɑːt tˈaɪɚd ʌv ðɛɹ dˈæmd dˈɪsɪplˌɪn," ðə mˈæn ˈænsɚd sˈɜːlili.