text_original: "Did Tom give you them sculps?" she asked innocently. Chauncey drew up stiffly. "Who? Tom McChesney? I reckon he ain't got none to give. This here's from a big brave at Noewee, whar the Virginny boys was surprised." And he held up the one with the longest tuft. "He'd liked to tomahawked me out'n the briers, but I throwed him fust." "Shucks," said Polly Ann, pounding the corn, "I reckon you found him dead."
text_transcription: DID TOM GIVE YOU THEM SCALPS SHE ASKED INNOCENTLY CHAUNCEY DREW UP STIFFLY POM THE CHESTNUT I RECKON HE AIN'T GOT NONE TO GIVE HIS YEARS FROM A BIG BRAVE AT NAUI WHERE THE VIRGINNY BOYS WAS SURPRISED AND HE HELD UP THE ONE WITH THE LONGEST TUFT HE HAD A LIKE TO TOMAUNK ME OUT OF THE BRIARS BUT I THROWED HIM FIRST SHOTS SAID POLLYANNE POUNDING THE CORN I RECKON YOU FOUND HIM DEAD
phonemes: "dˈɪd tˈɑːm ɡˈɪv juː ðˌɛm skˈʌlps?" ʃiː ˈæskt ˈɪnəsəntli. tʃˈɔːnsi dɹˈuː ˌʌp stˈɪfli. "hˈuː? tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni? aɪ ɹˈɛkən hiː ˈeɪnt ɡɑːt nˈʌn tə ɡˈɪv. ðɪs hˈɪɹz fɹʌm ɐ bˈɪɡ bɹˈeɪv æt nˈoʊwiː, wˈɔːɹ ðə vˈɜːdʒɪni bˈɔɪz wʌz sɚpɹˈaɪzd." ænd hiː hˈɛld ˌʌp ðə wˈʌn wɪððə lˈɔŋɡɪst tˈʌft. "hiːd lˈaɪkt tə tˈɑːmɐhˌɔːkt mˌiː ˈaʊtn ðə bɹˈaɪɚz, bˌʌt aɪ θɹˈoʊd hˌɪm fˈʌst." "ʃˈʌks," sˈɛd pˈɑːli ˈæn, pˈaʊndɪŋ ðə kˈɔːɹn, "aɪ ɹˈɛkən juː fˈaʊnd hˌɪm dˈɛd."