text_original: Did Neale send it to me?" "Every ounce," replied the trapper, soberly. "I reckon it's yours. Thar was no one else left  an' you recollect what Horn said. Lass, it's yours  an' I'm goin' to make you keep it." "How much is there?" queried Allie, with thrills of curiosity.
text_transcription: DID NEIL SEND IT TO ME EVERY OUNCE REPLIED THE TRAPPER SOBERLY I RECKON IT'S YOURS THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE LEFT AND YOU RECOLLECT WHAT HORN SAID LASH AT YOURS I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU KEEP IT HOW MUCH IS THERE QUERIED ALI WITH THRILLS OF CURIOSITY
phonemes: dˈɪd nˈiːl sˈɛnd ɪt tə mˌiː?" "ˈɛvɹi ˈaʊns," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə tɹˈæpɚ, sˈoʊbɚli. "aɪ ɹˈɛkən ɪts jˈɔːɹz. θˈɑːɹ wʌz nˈoʊwˈʌn ˈɛls lˈɛft æn juː ɹˈɛkəlˌɛkt wʌt hˈɔːɹn sˈɛd. lˈæs, ɪts jˈɔːɹz æn aɪm ɡˌoʊɪn tə mˌeɪk juː kˈiːp ɪt." "hˌaʊ mˈʌtʃ ɪz ðˈɛɹ?" kwˈiəɹɪd ˈæli, wɪð θɹˈɪlz ʌv kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi.