text_original: Ye'll not eat it for Polly Ann's sake?" he asked coaxingly. "'Twould not be serving her," I answered indignantly. "Ye're an obstinate little deevil!" he cried, and, dropping the morsel on the freshly cut stump, he stalked away. I ran after him, crying out, but he leaped on the raft that was already in the stream and began to pole across. I slipped the piece into my own hunting shirt.
text_transcription: YOU'LL NOT EAT IT FOR POLLY ANNE'S SAKE HE ASKED COAXINGLY TWOULD NOT BE SERVING HER I ANSWERED INDIGNANTLY YOU'RE AN OBSTINATE LITTLE DIVIL HE CRIED AND DROPPING THE MORSEL ON THE FRESHLY CUT STUMP HE STALKED AWAY I RAN AFTER HIM CRYING OUT BUT HE LEAPED ON THE RAFT THAT WAS ALREADY IN THE STREAM AND BEGAN TO POLE ACROSS I SLIPPED THE PIECE INTO MY OWN HUNTING SHIRT
phonemes: jˌiːəl nˌɑːt ˈiːt ɪt fɔːɹ pˈɑːli ˈænz sˈeɪk?" hiː ˈæskt kˈoʊksɪŋli. "twˈʊd nˌɑːt biː sˈɜːvɪŋ hɜː," aɪ ˈænsɚd ɪndˈɪɡnəntli. "jˌiːɚɹ ɐn ˈɑːbstᵻnət lˈɪɾəl dˈiːvəl!" hiː kɹˈaɪd, ænd, dɹˈɑːpɪŋ ðə mˈɔːɹsəl ɔnðə fɹˈɛʃli kˈʌt stˈʌmp, hiː stˈɔːkt ɐwˈeɪ. aɪ ɹˈæn ˈæftɚ hˌɪm, kɹˈaɪɪŋ ˈaʊt, bˌʌt hiː lˈiːpt ɔnðə ɹˈæft ðæt wʌz ɔːlɹˌɛdi ɪnðə stɹˈiːm ænd bɪɡˈæn tə pˈoʊl əkɹˈɑːs. aɪ slˈɪpt ðə pˈiːs ˌɪntʊ maɪ ˈoʊn hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt.