text_original: "You won't catch him, either," said Bates. "They're sharp  that kind. The critter knew 'twould snow and hide his tracks." "And I'd just sewed up his blamed foot!" muttered the cook in disgust.
text_transcription: YOU WON'T CATCH HIM EITHER SAID BATES THEY'RE SHARP THAT KIND THE CRITTER KNEW TWOULD SNOW AND HIDE HIS TRACKS THEN I JEST SEWED UP HIS BLAME FOOT MUTTERED THE COOK IN DISGUST
phonemes: "juː woʊnt kˈætʃ hˌɪm, ˈiːðɚ," sˈɛd bˈeɪts. "ðeɪɚ ʃˈɑːɹp ðæt kˈaɪnd. ðə kɹˈɪɾɚ nˈuː twˈʊd snˈoʊ ænd hˈaɪd hɪz tɹˈæks." "ænd aɪd dʒˈʌst sˈoʊd ˌʌp hɪz blˈeɪmd fˈʊt!" mˈʌɾɚd ðə kˈʊk ɪn dɪsɡˈʌst.