text_original: The Indian had been born to hunt his meat, to repel his red foes, to watch the clouds and serve his gods. But these white men would come like a great flight of grasshoppers to cover the length and breadth of the prairie land. The buffalo would roll away, like a dust cloud, in the distance, and never return.
text_transcription: THE INDIAN HAD BEEN BORN TO HUNT HIS MEAT TO REPEL HIS RED FOES TO WATCH THE CLOUDS AND SERVE HIS GODS BUT THESE WHITE MEN WOULD COME LIKE A GREAT FLIGHT OF GRASSHOPPERS TO COVER THE LENGTH AND BREADTH OF THE PRAIRIE LAND THE BUFFALO WOULD ROLL AWAY LIKE A DUST CLOUD IN THE DISTANCE AND NEVER RETURN
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɪndiən hɐdbɪn bˈɔːɹn tə hˈʌnt hɪz mˈiːt, tə ɹᵻpˈɛl hɪz ɹˈɛd fˈoʊz, tə wˈɑːtʃ ðə klˈaʊdz ænd sˈɜːv hɪz ɡˈɑːdz. bˌʌt ðiːz wˈaɪt mˈɛn wʊd kˈʌm lˈaɪk ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt flˈaɪt ʌv ɡɹˈæshɑːpɚz tə kˈʌvɚ ðə lˈɛŋθ ænd bɹˈɛdθ ʌvðə pɹˈɛɹi lˈænd. ðə bˈʌfəlˌoʊ wʊd ɹˈoʊl ɐwˈeɪ, lˈaɪk ɐ dˈʌst klˈaʊd, ɪnðə dˈɪstəns, ænd nˈɛvɚ ɹᵻtˈɜːn.