text_original: The old chief swept aloft his arm, and then in his acceptance of the inevitable bitterness he stood in magnificent austerity, somber as death, seeing in this railroad train creeping, fading into the ruddy sunset, a symbol of the destiny of the Indian  vanishing  vanishing  vanishing   End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The U.P. T
text_transcription: THE OLD CHIEF SWEPT ALOFT HIS ARM AND THEN IN HIS ACCEPTANCE OF THE INEVITABLE BITTERNESS HE STOOD IN MAGNIFICENT AUSTERITY SOMBRE AS DEATH SEEING IN THIS RAILROAD TRAIN CREEPING FADING INTO THE RUDDY SUNSET A SYMBOL OF THE DESTINY OF THE INDIAN VANISHING VANISHING VANISHING END OF THE YUKI TRAIL BY ZAN GRAVE
phonemes: ðɪ ˈoʊld tʃˈiːf swˈɛpt ɐlˈɔft hɪz ˈɑːɹm, ænd ðˈɛn ɪn hɪz ɐksˈɛptəns ʌvðɪ ɪnˈɛvᵻɾəbəl bˈɪtɚnəs hiː stˈʊd ɪn mæɡnˈɪfɪsənt ɔːstˈɛɹᵻɾi, sˈɑːmɚɹ æz dˈɛθ, sˈiːɪŋ ɪn ðɪs ɹˈeɪlɹoʊd tɹˈeɪn kɹˈiːpɪŋ, fˈeɪdɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈʌdi sˈʌnsɛt, ɐ sˈɪmbəl ʌvðə dˈɛstɪni ʌvðɪ ˈɪndiən vˈænɪʃɪŋ vˈænɪʃɪŋ vˈænɪʃɪŋ ˈɛnd ʌvðə pɹˈɑːdʒɛkt ɡjˈuːtənbˌɜːɡ ˈiː bˈʊk ʌvðə jˈuː.pˈiː. tˈiː