text_original: I sped through the streets on the errand, spied a Creole company waiting in reserve, and near them, behind a warehouse, a knot of backwoodsmen, French, and Indians, lighted up by a smoking torch. And here was Colonel Clark talking to a big, blanketed chief. I was hovering around the skirts of the crowd and seeking for an opening, when a hand pulled me off my feet. "What 'll ye be afther now?"
text_transcription: I SPED THROUGH THE STREETS ON THE ERRAND SPIED A REAL COMPANY WAITING IN RESERVE AND NEAR THEM BEHIND A WAREHOUSE A KNOT OF BACKWOODSMEN FRENCH AND INDIANS LIGHTED UP BY A SMOKING TORCH AND HERE WAS COLONEL CLARK TALKING TO A BINK AND BLANKETED CHIEF I WAS HOVERING AROUND THE SKIRTS OF THE CROWD AND SEEKING FOR AN OPENING WHEN A HAND PULLED ME OFF MY FEET WHAT'LL YOU BE AFTER NOW
phonemes: aɪ spˈɛd θɹuː ðə stɹˈiːts ɔnðɪ ˈɛɹənd, spˈaɪd ɐ kɹɪˈoʊl kˈʌmpəni wˈeɪɾɪŋ ɪn ɹɪzˈɜːv, ænd nˈɪɹ ðˌɛm, bᵻhˌaɪnd ɐ wˈɛɹhaʊs, ɐ nˈɑːt ʌv bˈækwʊdzmˌɛn, fɹˈɛntʃ, ænd ˈɪndiənz, lˈaɪɾᵻd ˌʌp baɪ ɐ smˈoʊkɪŋ tˈɔːɹtʃ. ænd hˈɪɹ wʌz kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk tˈɔːkɪŋ tʊ ɐ bˈɪɡ, blˈæŋkɪɾᵻd tʃˈiːf. aɪ wʌz hˈʌvɚɹɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə skˈɜːts ʌvðə kɹˈaʊd ænd sˈiːkɪŋ fɚɹən ˈoʊpənɪŋ, wˌɛn ɐ hˈænd pˈʊld mˌiː ˈɔf maɪ fˈiːt. "wˌʌt ˌɛlˈɛl jiː biː ˈæfðɚ nˈaʊ?"