text_original: When I came to myself I was lying among some low bushes, not far from the railroad track, and somebody was bathing my head with a wet handkerchief. It was Sparrow MacCoy. "'I guess I couldn't leave you,' said he. 'I didn't want to have the blood of two of you on my hands in one day.
text_transcription: WHEN I CAME TO MYSELF I WAS LYING AMONG SOME LOW BUSHES NOT FAR FROM THE RAILROAD TRACK AND SOMEBODY WAS BATHING MY HEAD WITH A WET HANDKERCHIEF IT WAS SPARROW MAC COY I GUESS I COULDN'T LEAVE YOU SAID HE I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE THE BLOOD OF TWO OF YOU ON MY HANDS IN ONE DAY
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪ kˈeɪm tə maɪsˈɛlf aɪ wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ ɐmˌʌŋ sˌʌm lˈoʊ bˈʊʃᵻz, nˌɑːt fˈɑːɹ fɹʌmðə ɹˈeɪlɹoʊd tɹˈæk, ænd sˈʌmbɑːdi wʌz bˈeɪðɪŋ maɪ hˈɛd wɪð ɐ wˈɛt hˈændkɚtʃˌiːf. ɪt wʌz spˈæɹoʊ mˈæk kˈɔɪ. "aɪ ɡˈɛs aɪ kˌʊdənt lˈiːv juː,sˈɛd hiː. aɪ dˈɪdnt wˈɔnt tə hæv ðə blˈʌd ʌv tˈuː ʌv juː ˌɔn maɪ hˈændz ɪn wˈʌn dˈeɪ.