text_original: The next morning we sold our pelts. And though the mare was tired, we pushed southward, I behind the saddle. I had much to think about, wondering what was to become of me while my father went to skin Cameron.
text_transcription: THE NEXT MORNING WE SOLD OUR PELTS AND THOUGH THE MAYOR WAS TIRED WE PUSHED SOUTHWARD I BEHIND THE SADDLE I HAD MUCH TO THINK ABOUT WONDERING WHAT WAS TO BECOME OF ME WHILE MY FATHER WENT TO SKIN CAMERON
phonemes: ðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wiː sˈoʊld ˌaʊɚ pˈɛlts. ænd ðˌoʊ ðə mˈɛɹ wʌz tˈaɪɚd, wiː pˈʊʃt sˈaʊθwɚd, aɪ bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə sˈædəl. aɪ hæd mˈʌtʃ tə θˈɪŋk ɐbˈaʊt, wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ wʌt wʌz tə bɪkˌʌm ʌv mˌiː wˌaɪl maɪ fˈɑːðɚ wɛnt tə skˈɪn kˈæmɚɹən.