text_original: "Walker!" exclaimed Ginger, putting his finger to his nose. "You may larf, but it's true," replied the Tinker. "I recollect an old man tellin' me that he knew the deputy sixty years ago, and he looked jist the same then as now,  neither older nor younger."
text_transcription: WALKER EXCLAIMED GINGER PUTTING HIS FINGER TO HIS NOSE YOU MAY LAUGH BUT IT'S TRUE REPLIED THE TINKER I RECOLLECT AN OLD MAN TELLING ME THAT HE KNEW THE DEPUTIES SIXTY YEARS AGO AND HE LOOKED JIST THE SAME THEN AS NOW NEITHER OLDER NOR YOUNGER
phonemes: "wˈɔːkɚ!" ɛksklˈeɪmd dʒˈɪndʒɚ, pˈʊɾɪŋ hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚ tə hɪz nˈoʊz. "juː mˈeɪ lˈɑːɹf, bˌʌt ɪts tɹˈuː," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ. "aɪ ɹˈɛkəlˌɛkt ɐn ˈoʊld mˈæn tˈɛlᵻn mˌiː ðæt hiː nˈuː ðə dˈɛpjuːɾi sˈɪksti jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ, ænd hiː lˈʊkt dʒˈɪst ðə sˈeɪm ðˈɛn æz nˈaʊ,  nˈiːðɚɹ ˈoʊldɚ nˈɔːɹ jˈʌŋɡɚ."