text_original: "You talk to them?" "Shucks, no, Marse Dave," he replied with a fine scorn, "I ain't no hand at dat ar nigger French. But I knows some on 'em, and right well too." "How?" I demanded curiously. Benjy looked down sheepishly at his feet.
text_transcription: YOU TALK TO THEM SHUCK SNOW MARSH DAVE HE REPLIED WITH A FINE SCORN I AIN'T NO HAND AT DAT OR A NIGGER FRINCH BUT I KNOWS SOME OF EM AN RIGHT WELL TOO HOW I DEMANDED CURIOUSLY BINJI LOOKED DOWN SHEEPISHLY AT HIS FEET
phonemes: "juː tˈɔːk tə ðˌɛm?" "ʃˈʌks, nˈoʊ, mˈɑːɹs dˈeɪv," hiː ɹᵻplˈaɪd wɪð ɐ fˈaɪn skˈɔːɹn, "aɪ ˈeɪnt nˈoʊ hˈænd æt dˈæt ˈɑːɹ nˈɪɡɚ fɹˈɛntʃ. bˌʌt aɪ nˈoʊz sˌʌm ˌɔn ˈɛm, ænd ɹˈaɪt wˈɛl tˈuː." "hˈaʊ?" aɪ dᵻmˈændᵻd kjˈʊɹɹiəsli. bˈɛndʒi lˈʊkt dˌaʊn ʃˈiːpɪʃli æt hɪz fˈiːt.