text_original: "He's gone to fight the Cherokees," I answered soberly. "To skin a man named Cameron." At that they were silent for an instant, and then the two broke into a laugh. "Egad, Lowndes," said the gentleman, "here is a fine mystery. Do you think the boy is lying?"
text_transcription: HE'S GONE TO FIGHT THE CHEROKEES I ANSWERED SOBERLY TO SKIN A MAN NAMED CAMERON AT THAT THEY WERE SILENT FOR AN INSTANT AND THEN THE TWO BROKE INTO A LAUGH E GAD LOUNGERS SAID THE GENTLEMAN HERE'S A FINE MYSTERY D'YOU THINK THE BOY IS LYING
phonemes: "hiːz ɡɔn tə fˈaɪt ðə tʃˈɛɹoʊkˌiːz," aɪ ˈænsɚd sˈoʊbɚli. "tə skˈɪn ɐ mˈæn nˈeɪmd kˈæmɚɹən." æt ðæt ðeɪ wɜː sˈaɪlənt fɚɹən ˈɪnstənt, ænd ðˈɛn ðə tˈuː bɹˈoʊk ˌɪntʊ ɐ lˈæf. "ˈɛɡæd, lˈoʊndz," sˈɛd ðə dʒˈɛntəlmən, "hˈɪɹ ɪz ɐ fˈaɪn mˈɪstɚɹi. dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk ðə bˈɔɪ ɪz lˈaɪɪŋ?"