text_original: Often since I have wished that I had questioned Breed of many things on which I had no curiosity then, for he was my chief companion in the weeks that followed. He awoke me bright and early the next day. "Heah's some close o' Marse Nick's you kin wear, honey," he said. "Who is Master Nick?" I asked.
text_transcription: OFTEN SINCE I HAVE WISHED THAT I HAD QUESTIONED BREED OF MANY THINGS ON WHICH I HAD NO CURIOSITY THEN FOR HE WAS MY CHIEF COMPANION IN THE WEEKS THAT FOLLOWED HE WOKE ME BRIGHT AND EARLY THE NEXT DAY HERE'S SOME CLOSE O MARSH NICKS YOU CAN WEAR HONEY HE SAID WHO IS MASTER NICK I ASKED
phonemes: ˈɔfən sˈɪns aɪ hæv wˈɪʃt ðæt aɪ hæd kwˈɛstʃənd bɹˈiːd ʌv mˈɛni θˈɪŋz ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ aɪ hæd nˈoʊ kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi ðˈɛn, fɔːɹ hiː wʌz maɪ tʃˈiːf kəmpˈæniən ɪnðə wˈiːks ðæt fˈɑːloʊd. hiː ɐwˈoʊk mˌiː bɹˈaɪt ænd ˈɜːli ðə nˈɛkst dˈeɪ. "hˈiːz sˌʌm klˈoʊs ˈoʊ mˈɑːɹs nˈɪks juː kˈɪn wˈɛɹ, hˈʌni," hiː sˈɛd. "hˌuː ɪz mˈæstɚ nˈɪk?" aɪ ˈæskt.