text_original: "Let me go," I cried, "I have a message from Lieutenant Bayley." "Sure," said Terence, "a man'd think ye had the Hair Buyer's sculp in yere pocket. The Colonel is treaty makin' with Tobaccy's Son, the grreatest Injun in these parrts." "I don't care." "Hist!" said Terence. "Let me go," I yelled, so loudly that the Colonel turned, and Terence dropped me like a live coal. I wormed my way to where Clark stood.
text_transcription: LET ME GO I CRIED I HAVE A MESSAGE FROM LIEUTENANT BAILEY SURE SAID TERENCE A MAN THINK YOU HAD A HAIR BAR SCULP IN YOUR POCKET THE COLONEL IS TREATY MAKING WITH TOBACCO'S SON THE GREATEST INDIAN IN NAIVE PARTS I DON'T CARE HIST SAID TERENCE LET ME GO I YELLED SO LOUDLY THAT THE COLONEL TURNED AND TERENCE DROPPED ME LIKE A LIVE COAL I WORMED MY WAY TO WHERE CLARK STOOD
phonemes: "lˈɛt mˌiː ɡˈoʊ," aɪ kɹˈaɪd, "aɪ hæv ɐ mˈɛsɪdʒ fɹʌm luːtˈɛnənt bˈeɪli." "ʃˈʊɹ," sˈɛd tˈɛɹəns, "ɐ mˈænd θˈɪŋk jiː hæd ðə hˈɛɹ bˈaɪɚz skˈʌlp ɪn jˈɜː pˈɑːkɪt. ðə kˈɜːnəl ɪz tɹˈiːɾi mˈækɪn wɪð təbˈækiz sˈʌn, ðə dʒˌiːˈɑːɹɹˈiːɾɪst ɪndʒˈʌn ɪn ðiːz pˈæəts." "aɪ dˈoʊnt kˈɛɹ." "hˈɪst!" sˈɛd tˈɛɹəns. "lˈɛt mˌiː ɡˈoʊ," aɪ jˈɛld, sˌoʊ lˈaʊdli ðætðə kˈɜːnəl tˈɜːnd, ænd tˈɛɹəns dɹˈɑːpt mˌiː lˈaɪk ɐ lˈaɪv kˈoʊl. aɪ wˈɜːmd maɪ wˈeɪ tʊ wˌɛɹ klˈɑːɹk stˈʊd.