text_original: As we rode through the bottom under the pecan trees we talked of Polly Ann, Tom and I, and of our little home by the Salt River far to the southward, where we would live in peace when the campaign was over.
text_transcription: AS WE RODE THROUGH THE BOTTOM UNDER THE DECAN TREES WE TALKED OF POLLYAN TOM AND I AND OF OUR LITTLE HOME BY THE SALT RIVER FAR TO THE SOUTHWARD WHERE WE WOULD LIVE IN PEACE WHEN THE CAMPAIGN WAS OVER
phonemes: æz wiː ɹˈoʊd θɹuː ðə bˈɑːɾəm ˌʌndɚ ðə pᵻkˈɑːn tɹˈiːz wiː tˈɔːkt ʌv pˈɑːli ˈæn, tˈɑːm ænd ˈaɪ, ænd ʌv ˌaʊɚ lˈɪɾəl hˈoʊm baɪ ðə sˈɔlt ɹˈɪvɚ fˈɑːɹ tə ðə sˈaʊθwɚd, wˌɛɹ wiː wʊd lˈɪv ɪn pˈiːs wɛn ðə kæmpˈeɪn wʌz ˈoʊvɚ.