text_original: "Ay, Mac," he cried, "here's a sculp for ye." "It's Davy's," exclaimed Polly Ann from the top of the bank; "Davy shot that one." "Hooray for Davy," cried a huge, strapping backwoodsman who stood beside her, and the others laughingly took up the shout.
text_transcription: HEY MAC HE CRIED HERE'S A SKULK FOR YOU IT'S DAVIES EXCLAIMED POLLY ANN FROM THE TOP OF THE BANK DAVY SHOT THAT ONE HURRAH FOR DAVY CRIED A HUGE STRAPPING BACKWOODSMAN WHO STOOD BESIDE HER AND THE OTHERS LAUGHINGLY TOOK UP THE SHOUT
phonemes: "ˈaɪ, mˈæk," hiː kɹˈaɪd, "hˈɪɹz ɐ skˈʌlp fɔːɹ jˈiː." "ɪts dˈeɪviz," ɛksklˈeɪmd pˈɑːli ˈæn fɹʌmðə tˈɑːp ʌvðə bˈæŋk; "dˈeɪvi ʃˈɑːt ðˈætwˌʌn." "hˈɔːɹeɪ fɔːɹ dˈeɪvi," kɹˈaɪd ɐ hjˈuːdʒ, stɹˈæpɪŋ bˈækwʊdzmən hˌuː stˈʊd bᵻsˈaɪd hɜː, ænd ðɪ ˈʌðɚz lˈæfɪŋli tˈʊk ˌʌp ðə ʃˈaʊt.