text_original: But, Colonel, I'll tell ye something: the Frenchies is etarnal afeard of the Long Knives. My God! they've got the notion that if you ketch 'em you'll burn and scalp 'em same as the Red Sticks." "Good," was all that Clark answered. "I reckon I don't know much about what the Rebels is fighting for," said John Duff; "but I like your looks, Colonel, and wharever you're going there'll be a fight. Me and my boys would kinder like to go along."
text_transcription: BUT COLONEL I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING THE FRENCHES IS ETERNAL AFEARD OF THE LONG KNIVES MY GOD THEY'VE GOT THE NOTION THAT IF YOU CATCH EM YOU'LL BURN AND SCALP EM SAME AS THE REDSTICKS GOOD WAS ALL THAT CLARK ANSWERED I RECKON I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT WHAT THE REBELS IS FIGHTING FOR SAID JOHN DUFF BUT I LIKE YOUR LOOKS COLONEL AND WHEREVER YOU'RE GOING THERE'LL BE A FIGHT ME AND MY BOYS WOULD COUNTER LIKE TO GO ALONG
phonemes: bˌʌt, kˈɜːnəl, aɪl tˈɛl jiː sˈʌmθɪŋ: ðə fɹˈɛntʃiz ɪz ˈɛtɑːɹnəl ɐfˈɪɹd ʌvðə lˈɔŋ nˈaɪvz. maɪ ɡˈɑːd! ðeɪv ɡɑːt ðə nˈoʊʃən ðæt ɪf juː kˈɛtʃ ˈɛm juːl bˈɜːn ænd skˈælp ˈɛm sˈeɪm æz ðə ɹˈɛd stˈɪks." "ɡˈʊd," wʌz ˈɔːl ðæt klˈɑːɹk ˈænsɚd. "aɪ ɹˈɛkən aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ mˈʌtʃ ɐbˌaʊt wʌt ðə ɹˈɛbəlz ɪz fˈaɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ," sˈɛd dʒˈɑːn dˈʌf; "bˌʌt aɪ lˈaɪk jʊɹ lˈʊks, kˈɜːnəl, ænd wˈɔːɹɛvɚ jʊɹ ɡˌoʊɪŋ ðɛɹl biː ɐ fˈaɪt. mˌiː ænd maɪ bˈɔɪz wʊd kˈaɪndɚ lˈaɪk tə ɡˌoʊ ɐlˈɔŋ."