text_original: He's 'bout you size, but he ain' no mo' laik you den a jack rabbit's laik an' owl. Dey ain' none laik Marse Nick fo' gittin' into trouble  and gittin' out agin." "Where is he now?" I asked. "He at Temple Bow, on de Ashley Ribber. Dat's de Marsa's barony." "His what?"
text_transcription: HE'S BOUT YOUR SIZE BUT HE AIN'T NO MORE LIKE YOU DEN A JACK RABBIT'S LIKE AN OWL DEY AIN NONE LIKE MARS NICK FOR GETTIN INTO TROUBLE EN GETTING OUT AGAIN WHERE'S HE NOW I ASKED HE HAD TEMPLE BEAU ON DE ASHLEY RIVER THAT'S DE MARSH BARONY THIS WHAT
phonemes: hiːz bˈaʊt juː sˈaɪz, bˌʌt hiː ˈeɪn nˈoʊ mˈoʊ lˈeɪk juː dˈɛn ɐ dʒˈæk ɹˈæbɪts lˈeɪk æn ˈaʊl. dˈeɪ ˈeɪn nˈʌn lˈeɪk mˈɑːɹs nˈɪk fˈoʊ ɡˈɪtɪn ˌɪntʊ tɹˈʌbəl ænd ɡˈɪtɪn ˈaʊt ɐɡˈɪn." "wˌɛɹ ɪz hiː nˈaʊ?" aɪ ˈæskt. "hiː æt tˈɛmpəl bˈoʊ, ˌɔn də ˈæʃli ɹˈɪbɚ. dˈæts də mˈɑːɹsəz bˈæɹəni." "hɪz wˈʌt?"