text_original: The land is yours, and to morrow my attorney shall give you a deed of it. Your hand, McChesney." The stubbornness vanished from Tom's face, and there came instead a dazed expression as he thrust a great, hard hand into the Major's.
text_transcription: THE LAND IS YOURS AND TO MORROW MY ATTORNEY SHALL GIVE YOU A DEED TO IT YOUR HAND MACHES THE STUBBORNNESS VANISHED FROM TOM'S FACE AND THERE CAME INSTEAD A DAZED EXPRESSION AS HE THRUST A GREAT HARD HAND INTO THE MAJOR'S
phonemes: ðə lˈænd ɪz jˈɔːɹz, ænd tə mˈɑːɹoʊ maɪ ɐtˈɜːni ʃˌæl ɡˈɪv juː ɐ dˈiːd ʌv ɪt. jʊɹ hˈænd, mə tʃˈɛsni." ðə stˈʌbɚnnəs vˈænɪʃt fɹʌm tˈɑːmz fˈeɪs, ænd ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ɪnstˈɛd ɐ dˈeɪzd ɛkspɹˈɛʃən æz hiː θɹˈʌst ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt, hˈɑːɹd hˈænd ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈeɪdʒɚz.