text_original: I heard Bill Cowan's voice behind me. "There's truth for ye," he said, "that will slink home when a thing's half done." "Ye needn't talk, Bill Cowan; it's well enough for ye. I reckon your wife'd scare any redskin off her clearin'." "Many the time she scart me," said Bill Cowan. And so the matter went by with a laugh. But the grumbling continued, and the danger was that the French would learn of it.
text_transcription: I HEARD BILL COWAN'S VOICE BEHIND ME THERE'S TRUTH FOR YE HE SAID THAT WILL SLINK HOME WHEN A THING'S HALF DONE YOU NEEDN'T TALK BILL COWAN IT'S WELL ENOUGH FOR YE I RECKON YOUR WIFE WOULD SCARE ANY REDSKIN OFF HER CLEARIN MANY'S THE TIME SHE SCARED ME SAID BILL COWAN AND SO THE MATTER WENT BY WITH A LAUGH BUT THE GRUMBLING CONTINUED AND THE DANGER WAS THAT THE FRENCH WOULD LEARN OF IT
phonemes: aɪ hˈɜːd bˈɪl kˈaʊənz vˈɔɪs bᵻhˈaɪnd mˌiː. "ðɛɹz tɹˈuːθ fɔːɹ jˈiː," hiː sˈɛd, "ðæt wɪl slˈɪŋk hˈoʊm wɛn ɐ θˈɪŋz hˈæf dˈʌn." "jiː nˈiːdənt tˈɔːk, bˈɪl kˈaʊən; ɪts wˈɛl ɪnˈʌf fɔːɹ jˈiː. aɪ ɹˈɛkən jʊɹ wˈaɪfd skˈɛɹ ˌɛni ɹˈɛdskɪn ˈɔf hɜː klˈɪɹɪn." "mˈɛni ðə tˈaɪm ʃiː skˈɑːɹt mˌiː," sˈɛd bˈɪl kˈaʊən. ænd sˌoʊ ðə mˈæɾɚ wɛnt baɪ wɪð ɐ lˈæf. bˌʌt ðə ɡɹˈʌmblɪŋ kəntˈɪnjuːd, ænd ðə dˈeɪndʒɚ wʌz ðætðə fɹˈɛntʃ wʊd lˈɜːn ʌv ɪt.