text_original: The big Indian drew back with another grunt, and the distant firelight flashed on his eyes as on polished black flints. "Umrrhh! Is the Pale Face Chief's son a prophet?" "The anger of the Pale Face Chief and of his countrymen is as the hurricane," I said, scarce believing my own ears. For a lad is imitative by nature, and I had not listened to the interpreters for three days without profit.
text_transcription: THE BIG INDIAN DREW BACK WITH ANOTHER GRUNT AND THE DISTANT FIRELIGHT FLASHED ON HIS EYES AS ON POLISHED BLACK FLINTS RUMPH IS THE PALE FACED CHIEF'S SON A PROPHET THE ANGER OF THE PALE FACED CHIEF AND OF HIS COUNTRYMEN IS AS THE HURRICANE I SAID SCARCE BELIEVING MY OWN EARS FOR A LAD IS IMITATIVE BY NATURE AND I HAD NOT LISTENED TO THE INTERPRETERS FOR THREE DAYS WITHOUT PROFIT
phonemes: ðə bˈɪɡ ˈɪndiən dɹˈuː bˈæk wɪð ɐnˈʌðɚ ɡɹˈʌnt, ænd ðə dˈɪstənt fˈaɪɚlaɪt flˈæʃt ˌɔn hɪz ˈaɪz æz ˌɔn pˈɑːlɪʃt blˈæk flˈɪnts. "ˈʌmr! ɪz ðə pˈeɪl fˈeɪs tʃˈiːfs sˈʌn ɐ pɹˈɑːfɪt?" "ðɪ ˈæŋɡɚɹ ʌvðə pˈeɪl fˈeɪs tʃˈiːf ænd ʌv hɪz kˈʌntɹɪmˌɛn ɪz æz ðə hˈɜːɹᵻkˌeɪn," aɪ sˈɛd, skˈɛɹs bᵻlˈiːvɪŋ maɪ ˈoʊn ˈɪɹz. fɚɹə lˈæd ɪz ˈɪmᵻtˌeɪɾɪv baɪ nˈeɪtʃɚ, ænd aɪ hæd nˌɑːt lˈɪsənd tə ðɪ ɪntˈɜːpɹɪɾɚz fɔːɹ θɹˈiː dˈeɪz wɪðˌaʊt pɹˈɑːfɪt.