text_original: He halted with a cry, raised his rifle, and dropped it at the sight of my queer little figure covered with ashes. "My God!" he cried, "it's Davy." "They crossed the creek," I shouted, pointing the way, "they crossed the creek, some twelve of them."
text_transcription: HE HALTED WITH A CRY RAISED HIS RIFLE AND DROPPED IT AT THE SIGHT OF MY QUEER LITTLE FIGURE COVERED WITH ASHES MY GOD HE CRIED IT'S DAVY THEY CROSSED THE CREEK I SHOUTED POINTING THE WAY THEY CROSSED THE CREEK SOME TWELVE OF THEM
phonemes: hiː hˈɔltᵻd wɪð ɐ kɹˈaɪ, ɹˈeɪzd hɪz ɹˈaɪfəl, ænd dɹˈɑːpt ɪɾ æt ðə sˈaɪt ʌv maɪ kwˈɪɹ lˈɪɾəl fˈɪɡjɚ kˈʌvɚd wɪð ˈæʃᵻz. "maɪ ɡˈɑːd!" hiː kɹˈaɪd, "ɪts dˈeɪvi." "ðeɪ kɹˈɔst ðə kɹˈiːk," aɪ ʃˈaʊɾᵻd, pˈɔɪntɪŋ ðə wˈeɪ, "ðeɪ kɹˈɔst ðə kɹˈiːk, sˌʌm twˈɛlv ʌv ðˌɛm."