text_original: [221] Another small phasis we add, and no more: how, in the Autumn months, our sharp tempered Arthur has been "pestered for some days past," by shot, lead drops and slugs, "rattling five or six times into my chaise and about my ears;" all the mob of the country gone out to kill game![222] It is even so.
text_transcription: ANOTHER SMALL FASIS WE ADD AND NO MORE HOW IN THE AUTUMN MONTHS OUR SHARP TEMPERED ARTHUR HAS BEEN PESTERED FOR SOME DAYS PAST BY SHOT LEAD DROPS AND SLUGS RATTLING FIVE OR SIX TIMES INTO MY CHAISE AND ABOUT MY EARS ALL THE MOB OF THE COUNTRY GONE OUT TO KILL GAME IT IS EVEN SO
phonemes: [tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti wˈʌn] ɐnˈʌðɚ smˈɔːl fˈæsiz wiː ˈæd, ænd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ: hˈaʊ, ɪnðɪ ˈɔːɾʌm mˈʌnθs, ˌaʊɚ ʃˈɑːɹp tˈɛmpɚd ˈɑːɹθɚ hˈæzbiːn "pˈɛstɚd fɔːɹ sˌʌm dˈeɪz pˈæst," baɪ ʃˈɑːt, lˈiːd dɹˈɑːps ænd slˈʌɡz, "ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ fˈaɪv ɔːɹ sˈɪks tˈaɪmz ˌɪntʊ maɪ ʃˈeɪz ænd ɐbˌaʊt maɪ ˈɪɹz;" ˈɔːl ðə mˈɑːb ʌvðə kˈʌntɹi ɡɔn ˈaʊt tə kˈɪl ɡˈeɪm![tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti tˈuː] ɪɾ ɪz ˈiːvən sˈoʊ.