text_original: "None of your tricks upon travellers," said he; "mayhap old Bluff has left my kinsman here his heir: if he has, it will be the better for his miserable soul. Odds bob! I'd desire no better news. I'd soon make him a clear shin, I warrant you."
text_transcription: NONE OF YOUR TRICKS UPON TRAVELLERS SAID HE MAY UP OLD BLUFF HAS LEFT MY KINSMAN HERE HIS HEIR IF HE HAS IT WILL BE THE BETTER FOR HIS MISERABLE SOUL ODDS BOB I DESIRE NO BETTER NEWS I'D SOON MAKE HIM A CLEAR SHIN I WARRANT YOU
phonemes: "nˈʌn ʌv jʊɹ tɹˈɪks əpˌɑːn tɹˈævɛlɚz," sˈɛd hiː; "mˈeɪhæp ˈoʊld blˈʌf hɐz lˈɛft maɪ kˈɪnzmən hˈɪɹ hɪz ˈɛɹ: ɪf hiː hˈæz, ɪt wɪl biː ðə bˈɛɾɚ fɔːɹ hɪz mˈɪzɹəbəl sˈoʊl. ˈɑːdz bˈɑːb! aɪd dɪzˈaɪɚ nˈoʊ bˈɛɾɚ nˈuːz. aɪd sˈuːn mˌeɪk hˌɪm ɐ klˈɪɹ ʃˈɪn, aɪ wˈɔːɹənt juː."