text_original: "Wal, if thet ain't too bad! Shore it's natural you'd be downhearted, losin' Neale thet way." "It's not all  that," she murmured, and then she told him. "Wal, wal!" ejaculated the trapper, stroking his beard in thoughtful sorrow.
text_transcription: WELL IF THAT AIN'T TOO BAD SURE IT'S NATURAL YOU'LL BE DOWNHEARTED LOSE A KNEEL THAT WAY IT'S NOT ALL THAT SHE MURMURED AND THEN SHE TOLD HIM WELL WELL EJACULATED THE TRAPPER STROKING HIS BEARD IN THOUGHTFUL SORROW
phonemes: "wˈæl, ɪf θˈɛt ˈeɪnt tˈuː bˈæd! ʃˈɔːɹ ɪts nˈætʃɚɹəl juːd biː dˈaʊnhɑːɹɾᵻd, lˈɑːsɪn nˈiːl θˈɛt wˈeɪ." "ɪts nˌɑːt ˈɔːl ðˈæt," ʃiː mˈɜːmɚd, ænd ðˈɛn ʃiː tˈoʊld hˌɪm. "wˈæl, wˈæl!" ɪdʒˈækjʊlˌeɪɾᵻd ðə tɹˈæpɚ, stɹˈoʊkɪŋ hɪz bˈɪɹd ɪn θˈɔːtfəl sˈɑːɹoʊ.