text_original: But what was in the mind and the heart and the soul of that great chief? This beast that puffed smoke and spat fire and shrieked like a devil of an alien tribe; that split the silence as hideously as the long track split the once smooth plain; that was made of iron and wood; this thing of the white man's, coming from out of the distance where the Great Spirit lifted the dawn, meant the end of the hunting grounds and the doom of the Indian.
text_transcription: BUT WHAT WAS IN THE MIND AND THE HEART AND SOUL OF THAT GREAT CHIEF THIS BEAST THAT PLUCKED SMOKE AND SPAT FIRE AND SHRIEKED LIKE A DEVIL OF AN ALIEN TRIBE THAT SPLIT THE SILENCE AS HIDEOUSLY AS THE LONG TRACKS SPLIT THE ONCE SMOOTH PLAIN THAT WAS MADE OF IRON AND WOOD THIS THING OF THE WHITE MAN'S COMING FROM OUT OF THE DISTANCE WHERE THE GREAT SPIRIT LIFTED THE DAWN MEANT THE END OF THE HUNTING REALMS AND THE DOOM OF THE INDIAN
phonemes: bˌʌt wʌt wʌz ɪnðə mˈaɪnd ænd ðə hˈɑːɹt ænd ðə sˈoʊl ʌv ðæt ɡɹˈeɪt tʃˈiːf? ðɪs bˈiːst ðæt pˈʌft smˈoʊk ænd spˈæt fˈaɪɚ ænd ʃɹˈiːkt lˈaɪk ɐ dˈɛvəl əvən ˈeɪliən tɹˈaɪb; ðæt splˈɪt ðə sˈaɪləns æz hˈɪdiəsli æz ðə lˈɔŋ tɹˈæk splˈɪt ðə wˈʌns smˈuːð plˈeɪn; ðæt wʌz mˌeɪd ʌv ˈaɪɚn ænd wˈʊd; ðɪs θˈɪŋ ʌvðə wˈaɪt mˈænz, kˈʌmɪŋ fɹʌm ˌaʊɾəv ðə dˈɪstəns wˌɛɹ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt spˈɪɹɪt lˈɪftᵻd ðə dˈɔːn, mˈɛnt ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə hˈʌntɪŋ ɡɹˈaʊndz ænd ðə dˈuːm ʌvðɪ ˈɪndiən.