text_original: "Have you no family to support?" "Faith," she answered, "we have the mill that ye gave us, and the farm, and Tom's rifle. I reckon we'll fare better than ye think, tho' we'll miss ye sore about the place."
text_transcription: HAVE YOU NO FAMILY TO SUPPORT FAITH SHE ANSWERED WE HAVE THE MILL THAT YOU GAVE US AND THE FARM AND TOM'S RIFLE I RECKON WE'LL FARE BETTER THAN YOU THINK THOUGH WE'LL MISS YE SORE ABOUT THE PLACE
phonemes: "hæv juː nˈoʊ fˈæmɪli tə səpˈɔːɹt?" "fˈeɪθ," ʃiː ˈænsɚd, "wiː hæv ðə mˈɪl ðæt jiː ɡˈeɪv ˌʌs, ænd ðə fˈɑːɹm, ænd tˈɑːmz ɹˈaɪfəl. aɪ ɹˈɛkən wiːl fˈɛɹ bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn jiː θˈɪŋk, ðˈoʊ wiːl mˈɪs jiː sˈɔːɹ ɐbˌaʊt ðə plˈeɪs."