text_original: Antoine poked the butt of his rifle through the ice of the lake in front of us. "I think we not get to Vincennes this day," he said. Colonel Clark, who heard him, turned to me. "Fetch McChesney here, Davy," he said. Tom came.
text_transcription: ANTOINE POKED THE BUTT OF HIS RIFLE THROUGH THE ICE OF THE LAKE IN FRONT OF US I THINK WE NOT GET TO VINCENNS THIS DAY HE SAID COLONEL CLARK WHO HEARD HIM TURNED TO ME FETCH MC CHESTNEY HERE DAVY HE SAID TOM CAME
phonemes: ˈæntɔɪn pˈoʊkt ðə bˈʌt ʌv hɪz ɹˈaɪfəl θɹuː ðɪ ˈaɪs ʌvðə lˈeɪk ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv ˌʌs. "aɪ θˈɪŋk wiː nˌɑːt ɡɛt tə vɪnsˈɛnz ðɪs dˈeɪ," hiː sˈɛd. kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk, hˌuː hˈɜːd hˌɪm, tˈɜːnd tə mˌiː. "fˈɛtʃ mə tʃˈɛsni hˈɪɹ, dˈeɪvi," hiː sˈɛd. tˈɑːm kˈeɪm.