text_original: The news of the capture of their beloved Sevier had flown through the mountains like seeds on the autumn wind, and from north, south, east, and west the faithful were coming in, cursing Tipton and Carolina as they rode.
text_transcription: THE NEWS OF THE CAPTURE OF THEIR BELOVED SEVIOUR HAD FLOWN THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS LIKE SEEDS ON THE AUTUMN WIND AND FROM NORTH SOUTH EAST AND WEST THE FAITHFUL WERE COMING IN CURSING TIPTON AND CAROLINA AS THEY RODE
phonemes: ðə nˈuːz ʌvðə kˈæptʃɚɹ ʌv ðɛɹ bᵻlˈʌvd sˈɛviɚ hæd flˈoʊn θɹuː ðə mˈaʊntɪnz lˈaɪk sˈiːdz ɔnðɪ ˈɔːɾʌm wˈɪnd, ænd fɹʌm nˈɔːɹθ, sˈaʊθ, ˈiːst, ænd wˈɛst ðə fˈeɪθfəl wɜː kˈʌmɪŋ ˈɪn, kˈɜːsɪŋ tˈɪptən ænd kˌæɹəlˈaɪnə æz ðeɪ ɹˈoʊd.