text_original: "Oh, ay," said Tom; "they was comin' this way, from the Carolinys. Jim Ray went out to look for a deer, and found 'em off 'n the trail. By the etarnal, they was tuckered. He was the wust, Jim said, lyin' down on a bed of laurels she and the niggers made. She has sperrit, that woman.
text_transcription: WELL SAID TOM THEY WAS COMING THIS WAY FROM THE CAROLINIES JIM RAY WENT OUT TO LOOK FOR A DEER AND FOUND EM OFF IN THE TRAIL BY THE ETERNAL DAY WAS TUCKER HE WAS THE WORST JIM SAID LYING DOWN ON A BED OF LAURELS SHE AND THE NIGGER'S MATE SHE HAS SPIRIT THAT WOMAN
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, ˈaɪ," sˈɛd tˈɑːm; "ðeɪ wʌz kˈɑːmɪn ðɪs wˈeɪ, fɹʌmðə kˈæɹəlˌɪniz. dʒˈɪm ɹˈeɪ wɛnt ˈaʊt tə lˈʊk fɚɹə dˈɪɹ, ænd fˈaʊnd ˈɛm ˈɔf ˈɛn ðə tɹˈeɪl. baɪ ðɪ ˈɛtɑːɹnəl, ðeɪ wʌz tˈʌkɚd. hiː wʌzðə wˈʌst, dʒˈɪm sˈɛd, lˈaɪɪn dˌaʊn ˌɔn ɐ bˈɛd ʌv lˈɔːɹəlz ʃiː ænd ðə nˈɪɡɚz mˈeɪd. ʃiː hɐz spˈɛɹɪt, ðæt wˈʊmən.