text_original: These must be like the sea itself. "Take the back trail, if ye like," said Bill Cowan, with a loud laugh. "I reckon the rest of us kin float to Vincennes on Davy's drum." But there was no taking the back trail now; and well they knew it. The games began, the unwilling being forced to play, and before they fell asleep that night they had taken Vincennes, scalped the Hair Buyer, and were far on the march to Detroit.
text_transcription: THESE MUST BE LIKE THE SEA ITSELF TAKE THE BACK TRAIL IF YOU LIKE SAID BILL COWAN WITH A LOUD LAUGH I RECKON THE REST OF US CAN FLOAT TO BEN SINS ON DAVY'S DRUM BUT THERE WAS NO TAKING THE BACK TRAIL NOW AND WELL THEY KNEW IT THE GAMES BEGAN THE UNWILLING BEING FORCED TO PLAY AND BEFORE THEY FELL ASLEEP THAT NIGHT THEY HAD TAKEN VINCENNES SCALPED THE HAIR BYRE AND WERE FAR ON THE MARCH TO DETROY IT
phonemes: ðiːz mˈʌst biː lˈaɪk ðə sˈiː ɪtsˈɛlf. "tˈeɪk ðə bˈæk tɹˈeɪl, ɪf jiː lˈaɪk," sˈɛd bˈɪl kˈaʊən, wɪð ɐ lˈaʊd lˈæf. "aɪ ɹˈɛkən ðə ɹˈɛst ʌv ˌʌs kˈɪn flˈoʊt tə vɪnsˈɛnz ˌɔn dˈeɪviz dɹˈʌm." bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ tˈeɪkɪŋ ðə bˈæk tɹˈeɪl nˈaʊ; ænd wˈɛl ðeɪ nˈuː ɪt. ðə ɡˈeɪmz bɪɡˈæn, ðɪ ʌnwˈɪlɪŋ bˌiːɪŋ fˈɔːɹst tə plˈeɪ, ænd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðeɪ fˈɛl ɐslˈiːp ðæt nˈaɪt ðeɪ hæd tˈeɪkən vɪnsˈɛnz, skˈælpt ðə hˈɛɹ bˈaɪɚ, ænd wɜː fˈɑːɹ ɔnðə mˈɑːɹtʃ tə dɪtɹˈɔɪt.