text_original: Those white men were many as the needles of the pines. They fought and died, but always others came. The chief was old and wise, taught by sage and star and mountain and wind and the loneliness of the prairie land.
text_transcription: THOSE WHITE MEN WERE MANY AS THE NEEDLES OF THE PINES THEY FOUGHT AND DIED BUT ALWAYS OTHERS CAME THIS CHIEF WAS OLD AND WISE TAUGHT BY SAGE AND STAR AND MOUNTAIN AND THE WIND AND THE LONELINESS OF THE PRAIRIE LAND
phonemes: ðoʊz wˈaɪt mˈɛn wɜː mˈɛni æz ðə nˈiːdəlz ʌvðə pˈaɪnz. ðeɪ fˈɔːt ænd dˈaɪd, bˌʌt ˈɔːlweɪz ˈʌðɚz kˈeɪm. ðə tʃˈiːf wʌz ˈoʊld ænd wˈaɪz, tˈɔːt baɪ sˈeɪdʒ ænd stˈɑːɹ ænd mˈaʊntɪn ænd wˈɪnd ænd ðə lˈoʊnlinəs ʌvðə pɹˈɛɹi lˈænd.