text_original: "Who the devil is this Tom McChesney?" he demanded. Sevier laughed. "The best scout I ever laid eyes on," said he. "A deadly man with a Deckard, an unerring man at choosing a wife" (and he bowed to the reddening Polly Ann), "and a fool to run the risk of losing her."
text_transcription: WHO THE DEVIL IS THIS TOM MACESTE HE DEMANDED SEVIA LAUGHED THE BEST SCOUT I EVER LAID EYES ON SAID HE A DEADLY MAN WITH A BEGGAR AN UNERRING MAN AT CHOOSING A WIFE AND HE BOWED TO THE REDDENING POLLY HA AND A FOOL TO RUN THE RISK OF LOSING HER
phonemes: "hˌuː ðə dˈɛvəl ɪz ðɪs tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni?" hiː dᵻmˈændᵻd. sˈɛviɚ lˈæft. "ðə bˈɛst skˈaʊt aɪ ˈɛvɚ lˈeɪd ˈaɪz ˈɔn," sˈɛd hiː. "ɐ dˈɛdli mˈæn wɪð ɐ dˈɛkɚd, ɐn ʌnˈɛɹɪŋ mˈæn æt tʃˈuːzɪŋ ɐ wˈaɪf" (ænd hiː bˈaʊd tə ðə ɹˈɛdənɪŋ pˈɑːli ˈæn), "ænd ɐ fˈuːl tə ɹˈʌn ðə ɹˈɪsk ʌv lˈuːzɪŋ hɜː."