text_original: Look you, sir," he cried, as Mrs. Brown's negro came back struggling with a deep ribbed, high crested chestnut that was making half circles on his hind legs, "I'll give you to the edge of the woods, and lay you a six forty against a pair of moccasins that you never get back to Tipton."
text_transcription: LOOK YOU SIR HE CRIED AS MISSUS BROWN'S NEGRO CAME BACK STRUGGLING WITH A DEEP RIBBED HIGH CRESTED CHESTNUT THAT WAS MAKING HALF CIRCLES ON HIS HIND LEGS I'LL GIVE YOU THE AID OF THE WOODS AND LAY YOU A SIX FORTY AGAINST A PAIR OF MOCCASINS THAT YOU NEVER GET BACK TO TIPTON
phonemes: lˈʊk juː, sˌɜː," hiː kɹˈaɪd, æz mˈɪsɪz. bɹˈaʊnz nˈiːɡɹoʊ kˈeɪm bˈæk stɹˈʌɡlɪŋ wɪð ɐ dˈiːp ɹˈɪbd, hˈaɪ kɹˈɛstᵻd tʃˈɛstnʌt ðæt wʌz mˌeɪkɪŋ hˈæf sˈɜːkəlz ˌɔn hɪz hˈaɪnd lˈɛɡz, "aɪl ɡˈɪv juː tə ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə wˈʊdz, ænd lˈeɪ juː ɐ sˈɪks fˈɔːɹɾi ɐɡˈɛnst ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv mˈɑːkəsɪnz ðæt juː nˈɛvɚ ɡɛt bˈæk tə tˈɪptən."