text_original: "Davy," he answered sadly, "you kin cope with 'em. They tell me you're buildin' a mill up at McChesney's, and I reckon you're as cute as any of 'em. They beat me. I'm good for nothin' but shootin' and explorin'."
text_transcription: DAVY HE ANSWERED SADLY YOU CAN COPE WITH EM THEY TELL ME YOU'RE BUILDING A MILL UP IN CHESNEYS AND I RECKON YOU'RE AS CUTE AS ANY OF EM THEY BEAT ME I'M GOOD FOR NOTHING BUT SHOOTING AND EXPLORING
phonemes: "dˈeɪvi," hiː ˈænsɚd sˈædli, "juː kˈɪn kˈoʊp wɪð ˈɛm. ðeɪ tˈɛl mˌiː jʊɹ bˈɪldɪn ɐ mˈɪl ˌʌp æt mə tʃˈɛsniz, ænd aɪ ɹˈɛkən jʊɹ æz kjˈuːt æz ˌɛni ʌv ˈɛm. ðeɪ bˈiːt mˌiː. aɪm ɡˈʊd fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪn bˌʌt ʃˈuːtɪn ænd ɛksplˈɔːɹɪn."