text_original: "Lord A'mighty!" said Fletcher Blount, "be they Cricks?" "Chickasaws, by the headgear," said Terrell. "Davy, you've got a hoss. Ride out and look 'em over." Nothing loath, I put the mare into a gallop, and I passed over the very place where Polly Ann had picked me up and saved my life long since.
text_transcription: LORD ALMIGHTY SAID FLETCHER BLUNT BE THEY CRICKS CHICKASAWS BY THE HEADGEAR SAID TERROLL DAVY YOU'VE GOT A HOSS RIDE OUT AND LOOK HIM OVER NOTHING LOTH I PUT THE MARE INTO A GALLOP AND I PASSED OVER THE VERY PLACE WHERE POLLYAN HAD PICKED ME UP AND SAVED MY LIFE LONG SINCE
phonemes: "lˈɔːɹd ɐmˈaɪɾi!" sˈɛd flˈɛtʃɚ blˈaʊnt, "biː ðeɪ kɹˈɪks?" "tʃˈɪkɐsˌɔːz, baɪ ðə hˈɛdɡɪɹ," sˈɛd tˈɛɹəl. "dˈeɪvi, juːv ɡɑːt ɐ hˈɑːs. ɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt ænd lˈʊk ˈɛm ˈoʊvɚ." nˈʌθɪŋ lˈoʊθ, aɪ pˌʊt ðə mˈɛɹ ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɡˈæləp, ænd aɪ pˈæst ˌoʊvɚ ðə vˈɛɹi plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ pˈɑːli ˈæn hæd pˈɪkt mˌiː ˌʌp ænd sˈeɪvd maɪ lˈaɪf lˈɔŋ sˈɪns.