text_original: 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: 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: 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."