text_original: "Thar's Mac," cried a backwoodsman who was sitting on the court house steps as we rode up. "Howdy, Mac; be they tryin' to git your land, too?" "Howdy, Mac," said a dozen more, paying a tribute to Tom's popularity. And some of them greeted me.
text_transcription: HERE'S MAC CRIED A BACKWOODSMAN WHO WAS SITTING ON THE COURT HOUSE STEPS AS WE RODE UP HOWDY MAC BE THEY TRYIN TO GET YOUR LAND TOO HOWDY MAC SAID A DOZEN MORE PAYING A TRIBUTE TO TOM'S POPULARITY AND SOME OF THEM GREETED ME
phonemes: "θˈɑːɹz mˈæk," kɹˈaɪd ɐ bˈækwʊdzmən hˌuː wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ ɔnðə kˈɔːɹt hˈaʊs stˈɛps æz wiː ɹˈoʊd ˈʌp. "hˈaʊdi, mˈæk; biː ðeɪ tɹˈaɪɪn tə ɡˈɪt jʊɹ lˈænd, tˈuː?" "hˈaʊdi, mˈæk," sˈɛd ɐ dˈʌzən mˈɔːɹ, pˈeɪɪŋ ɐ tɹˈɪbjuːt tə tˈɑːmz pˌɑːpjʊlˈæɹᵻɾi. ænd sˌʌm ʌv ðˌɛm ɡɹˈiːɾᵻd mˌiː.