text_original: "Great God!" cried Fletcher, "it's Davy. What are ye up to now?" "Let me go!" I cried, as soon as I had got my wind. As luck would have it, I had run into a pair of daredevil young Kentuckians who had more than once tasted the severity of Clark's discipline,  Fletcher Blount and Jim Willis.
text_transcription: GREAT GOD CRIED FLETCHER IT'S DAVY WHAT ARE YOU UP TO NOW LET ME GO I CRIED AS SOON AS I HAD GOT MY WIND AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT I HAD RUN INTO A PAIR OF DARE DEVIL YOUNG KENTUCKIANS WHO HAD MORE THAN ONCE TASTED THE SEVERITY OF CLARK'S DISCIPLINE FLETCHER BLUNT AND JIM WILLIS
phonemes: "ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈɑːd!" kɹˈaɪd flˈɛtʃɚ, "ɪts dˈeɪvi. wˌʌt ɑːɹ jiː ˌʌp tə nˈaʊ?" "lˈɛt mˌiː ɡˈoʊ!" aɪ kɹˈaɪd, æz sˈuːn æz aɪ hæd ɡɑːt maɪ wˈɪnd. æz lˈʌk wʊdhɐv ɪt, aɪ hæd ɹˈʌn ˌɪntʊ ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv dˈɛɹdɛvəl jˈʌŋ kɛntˈʌkiənz hˌuː hæd mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌns tˈeɪstᵻd ðə səvˈɛɹᵻɾi ʌv klˈɑːɹks dˈɪsɪplˌɪn,  flˈɛtʃɚ blˈaʊnt ænd dʒˈɪm wˈɪlɪs.