text_original: The tribe of Perkins shouted for joy, but a sudden chill fell on them when mother spoke: "Now, children, hush up! I want to speak myself, ef it's a possible thing to git in a word edgeways. We can't all go, fust and foremost. 'Tain't noways possible."
text_transcription: THE TRIBE OF PERKINS SHOUTED FOR JOY BUT A SUDDEN CHILL FELL ON THEM WHEN MOTHER SPOKE NOW CHILDREN HUSH UP I WANT TO SPEAK MYSELF IF IT'S A POSSIBLE THING TO GET IN A WORD EDGEWAYS WE CAN'T ALL GO FUSTIN FOREMOST TAIN'T NO WAYS POSSIBLE
phonemes: ðə tɹˈaɪb ʌv pˈɜːkɪnz ʃˈaʊɾᵻd fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ, bˌʌt ɐ sˈʌdən tʃˈɪl fˈɛl ˌɔn ðˌɛm wɛn mˈʌðɚ spˈoʊk: "nˈaʊ, tʃˈɪldɹən, hˈʌʃ ˈʌp! aɪ wˈɔnt tə spˈiːk maɪsˈɛlf, ˈɛf ɪts ɐ pˈɑːsᵻbəl θˈɪŋ tə ɡˈɪt ɪn ɐ wˈɜːd ˈɛdʒweɪz. wiː kˈænt ˈɔːl ɡˈoʊ, fˈʌst ænd fˈɔːɹmoʊst. tˈeɪnt nˈoʊweɪz pˈɑːsᵻbəl."