text_original: Joe, you go over to the mill fust thing in the morning and ask Sylvester to lend me his old mare a spell to morrer, to ride over to Nepash, to the store." "Why don't ye send Doll?" asked Joe, with a wicked glance at the girl that set her blushing again.
text_transcription: JOE YOU GO OVER TO THE MILL FIRST THING IN THE MORNIN AND ASK SYLVESTER TO LEND ME HIS OLE MARE A SPELL TO MORROW TO RIDE OVER TO NEPISH TO THE STORE WHY DON'T YE SEND ALL ASKED JOE WITH A WICKED GLANCE AT THE GIRL THAT SET HER BLUSHING AGAIN
phonemes: dʒˈoʊ, juː ɡˌoʊ ˌoʊvɚ tə ðə mˈɪl fˈʌst θˈɪŋ ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ænd ˈæsk sˈɪlvɛstɚ tə lˈɛnd mˌiː hɪz ˈoʊld mˈɛɹ ɐ spˈɛl tə mˈɔːɹɚ, tə ɹˈaɪd ˌoʊvɚ tə nˈɛpæʃ, tə ðə stˈɔːɹ." "wˌaɪ dˈoʊnt jiː sˈɛnd dˈɑːl?" ˈæskt dʒˈoʊ, wɪð ɐ wˈɪkᵻd ɡlˈæns æt ðə ɡˈɜːl ðæt sˈɛt hɜː blˈʌʃɪŋ ɐɡˈɛn.