text_original: His bearing, if a trifle unsteady, was proud, and  if I could believe my eyes  around his neck was slung the thing which I prized above all my possessions,  the drum which I had carried to Kaskaskia and Vincennes! He had taken it from the peg in my room.
text_transcription: HIS BEARING IF A TRIFLE UNSTEADY WAS PROUD AND IF I COULD BELIEVE MY EYES AROUND HIS NECK WAS SLUNG THE THING WHICH I PRIZED ABOVE ALL MY POSSESSIONS THE DRUM WHICH I HAD CARRIED TO CASCASSCHIA AND VINCENN'S HE HAD TAKEN IT FROM THE PEG AND MY ROOM
phonemes: hɪz bˈɛɹɪŋ, ɪf ɐ tɹˈaɪfəl ʌnstˈɛdi, wʌz pɹˈaʊd, ænd ɪf aɪ kʊd bᵻlˈiːv maɪ ˈaɪz ɚɹˈaʊnd hɪz nˈɛk wʌz slˈʌŋ ðə θˈɪŋ wˌɪtʃ aɪ pɹˈaɪzd əbˌʌv ˈɔːl maɪ pəzˈɛʃənz,  ðə dɹˈʌm wˌɪtʃ aɪ hæd kˈæɹid tə kæskˈæskiə ænd vɪnsˈɛnz! hiː hæd tˈeɪkən ɪt fɹʌmðə pˈɛɡ ɪn maɪ ɹˈuːm.