text_original: "Yes, sahib, I have," briskly replied the shikaree, at the same time drawing a roll of hempen twist out of the breast of his cotton shirt, and holding it out towards the young hunter.
text_transcription: YES A HEAP I HAVE BRISKLY REPLIED THE CIGARIE AT THE SAME TIME DRAGGING A ROLL OF HAMPEN TWIST OUT OF THE BREAST OF HIS COTTON SHIRT AND HOLDING IT OUT TOWARDS THE YOUNG HUNTER
phonemes: "jˈɛs, sˈæhɪb, aɪ hˈæv," bɹˈɪskli ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə ʃˈɪkɐɹˌiː, æt ðə sˈeɪm tˈaɪm dɹˈɔːɪŋ ɐ ɹˈoʊl ʌv hˈɛmpən twˈɪst ˌaʊɾəv ðə bɹˈɛst ʌv hɪz kˈɑːʔn̩ ʃˈɜːt, ænd hˈoʊldɪŋ ɪɾ ˈaʊt təwˈɔːɹdz ðə jˈʌŋ hˈʌntɚ.