text_original: "Who in hell are you?" he cried. "A traveller from Virginia," I answered. "And what are you doing here?" he demanded, with another oath. "I have just this moment come here," said I, as calmly as I might. "I lost the trail in the darkness." He glared at me, purpling, perplexed.
text_transcription: WHO NOW ARE YOU HE CRIED A TRAVELLER FROM VIRGINIA I ANSWERED AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE HE DEMANDED WITH ANOTHER OATH I'VE JUST THIS MOMENT COME HERE SAID I AS CALMLY AS I MIGHT I LOST THE TRAIL IN THE DARKNESS HE GLARED AT ME PURPLING PERPLEXED
phonemes: "hˌuː ɪn hˈɛl ɑːɹ juː?" hiː kɹˈaɪd. "ɐ tɹˈævəlɚ fɹʌm vɜːdʒˈɪniə," aɪ ˈænsɚd. "ænd wʌt ɑːɹ juː dˌuːɪŋ hˈɪɹ?" hiː dᵻmˈændᵻd, wɪð ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ˈoʊθ. "aɪ hæv dʒˈʌst ðɪs mˈoʊmənt kˈʌm hˈɪɹ," sˈɛd ˈaɪ, æz kˈɑːmli æz aɪ mˈaɪt. "aɪ lˈɔst ðə tɹˈeɪl ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs." hiː ɡlˈɛɹd æt mˌiː, pˈɜːplɪŋ, pɚplˈɛkst.