text_original: "I get a little for my skins, and a little by surveyin'. But when the game goes I reckon I'll go after it." "Where, Mr. Boone?" I asked. "Whar? whar the varmints cyant foller. Acrost the Mississippi into the Spanish wilderness." "And leave Kentucky?" I cried.
text_transcription: I GET A LITTLE FOR MY SKINS AND A LITTLE BY SURVEYING BUT WHEN THE GAME GOES I RECKON I'LL GO AFTER IT WHERE MISTER BOONE I ASKED WHERE WHERE THE VARMETTS CAN'T FOLLOW ACROSS THE MISSISSIPPI INTO THE SPANISH WILDERNESS AND LEAVE KENTUCKY I CRIED
phonemes: "aɪ ɡɛt ɐ lˈɪɾəl fɔːɹ maɪ skˈɪnz, ænd ɐ lˈɪɾəl baɪ sɚvˈaɪɪn. bˌʌt wɛn ðə ɡˈeɪm ɡoʊz aɪ ɹˈɛkən aɪl ɡˌoʊ ˈæftɚɹ ɪt." "wˈɛɹ, mˈɪstɚ. bˈuːn?" aɪ ˈæskt. "wˈɔːɹ? wˈɔːɹ ðə vˈɑːɹmɪnts sˈaɪənt fˈɑːlɚ. ˈækɹɑːst ðə mˌɪsɪsˈɪpi ˌɪntʊ ðə spˈænɪʃ wˈɪldɚnəs." "ænd lˈiːv kɛntˈʌki?" aɪ kɹˈaɪd.