text_original: But in a week I got a letter from my boy, saying there might not be any such things as ghosts, but there was certainly some kind of carrying on in the hall of that old house every night, and wanting me to come up. So taking my gun and dog, I went up there to lay the ghost.
text_transcription: BUT IN A WEEK I GOT A LETTER FROM MY BOY SAYING THERE MIGHT NOT BE ANY SUCH THINGS AS GHOSTS BUT THERE WAS CERTAINLY SOME KIND OF CARRYING ON IN THE HALL OF THAT OLD HOUSE EVERY NIGHT AND WANTING ME TO COME UP SO TAKING MY GUN AND DOG I WENT UP THERE TO LAY THE GHOST
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪn ɐ wˈiːk aɪ ɡɑːt ɐ lˈɛɾɚ fɹʌm maɪ bˈɔɪ, sˈeɪɪŋ ðɛɹ mˌaɪt nˌɑːt biː ˌɛni sˈʌtʃ θˈɪŋz æz ɡˈoʊsts, bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈɜːʔn̩li sˌʌm kˈaɪnd ʌv kˈæɹiɪŋ ˌɔn ɪnðə hˈɔːl ʌv ðæt ˈoʊld hˈaʊs ˈɛvɹi nˈaɪt, ænd wˈɔntɪŋ mˌiː tə kˈʌm ˈʌp. sˌoʊ tˈeɪkɪŋ maɪ ɡˈʌn ænd dˈɑːɡ, aɪ wɛnt ˌʌp ðɛɹ tə lˈeɪ ðə ɡˈoʊst.