text_original: "Where's he gone?" said Mr. Jackson. "He was going to bet me a six forty he has at Nashboro that his horse could beat mine on the Greasy Cove track. Where's he gone?" "Gone!" said the landlord, apologetically, "Nollichucky Jack and his boys left town an hour ago."
text_transcription: WHERE'S HE GONE SAID MISTER JACKSON HE WAS GOING TO BET ME A SIX FORTY HE HAS OF NASHBORO THAT HIS HORSE COULD BEAT MINE ON THE GREASY COVE TRACK WHERE'S HE GONE GONE SAID THE LANDLORD APOLOGETICALLY MALLA CHUNKY JACK AND HIS BOYS LEFT TOWN AN HOUR AGO
phonemes: "wˌɛɹz hiː ɡˈɔn?" sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈæksən. "hiː wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə bˈɛt mˌiː ɐ sˈɪks fˈɔːɹɾi hiː hɐz æt nˈæʃbɚɹˌoʊ ðæt hɪz hˈɔːɹs kʊd bˈiːt mˈaɪn ɔnðə ɡɹˈiːzi kˈoʊv tɹˈæk. wˌɛɹz hiː ɡˈɔn?" "ɡˈɔn!" sˈɛd ðə lˈændlɔːɹd, ɐpˌɑːlədʒˈɛɾɪkli, "nˈoʊlɪtʃˌʌki dʒˈæk ænd hɪz bˈɔɪz lˈɛft tˈaʊn ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ ɐɡˈoʊ."