text_original: Colonel Clark frowned, bit his lip, and Terence seized his gun and stood to attention. "It were right to leave you in Kaskaskia," said the Colonel; "the water will be over your head." "The King's drum would be floatin' the likes of him," said the irrepressible Terence, "and the b'ys would be that lonesome." The Colonel walked away without a word. In an hour's time he came back to find me cleaning his accoutrements by the fire.
text_transcription: COLONEL CLARK FROWNED BIT HIS LIP AND TERENCE SEIZED HIS GUN AND STOOD TO ATTENTION IT WERE RIGHT TO LEAVE YOU IN CASKESTIA SAID THE COLONEL THE WATER WILL BE OVER YOUR HEAD THE KING'S DRUM WILL BE FLOATING ALIKES A HEN SAID THE IRREPRESSIBLE CLARIC AND THE BOYS WOULD BE THAT LONESOME THE COLONEL WALKED AWAY WITHOUT A WORD IN AN HOUR'S TIME HE CAME BACK TO FIND ME CLEANING HIS ACCOUTREMENTS BY THE FIRE
phonemes: kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk fɹˈaʊnd, bˈɪt hɪz lˈɪp, ænd tˈɛɹəns sˈiːzd hɪz ɡˈʌn ænd stˈʊd tʊ ɐtˈɛnʃən. "ɪt wɜː ɹˈaɪt tə lˈiːv juː ɪn kæskˈæskiə," sˈɛd ðə kˈɜːnəl; "ðə wˈɔːɾɚ wɪl biː ˌoʊvɚ jʊɹ hˈɛd." "ðə kˈɪŋz dɹˈʌm wʊd biː flˈoʊtɪn ðə lˈaɪks ʌv hˌɪm," sˈɛd ðɪ ɪɹᵻpɹˈɛsᵻbəl tˈɛɹəns, "ænd ðə bˈiːˈaɪz wʊd biː ðæt lˈoʊnsʌm." ðə kˈɜːnəl wˈɔːkt ɐwˈeɪ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ wˈɜːd. ɪn ɐn ˈaʊɚz tˈaɪm hiː kˈeɪm bˈæk tə fˈaɪnd mˌiː klˈiːnɪŋ hɪz ɐkˈuːtɹɪmənts baɪ ðə fˈaɪɚ.