text_original: "Um, yes," responded the old trapper, quickly. "Saw um horse las' night  man ride  big foot  so." Old John held out his arms in exaggerated illustration. Beetle Ring rose to its feet as one man. "What colour was the horse, John?" asked Breem softly. "Huh! Can't see good after dark, but think um roan." Breem looked slowly round the silent camp, and Beetle Ring grimly made ready for business.
text_transcription: UM YES RESPONDED THE OLD TRAPPER QUICKLY SAW HIM HORSE LAST NIGHT MAN RIDE BIG FOOT SO OLD JOHN HELD OUT HIS ARMS IN EXAGGERATED ILLUSTRATION BEETLE RING ROSE TO ITS FEET AS ONE MAN WHAT COLOUR WAS THE HORSE JOHN ASKED BREAM SOFTLY HUH CAN'T SEE GOOD AFTER DARK BUT THINK O'RONE BRIM LOOKED SLOWLY ROUND THE SILENT CAMP AND BEETLE RING GRIMLY MADE READY FOR BUSINESS
phonemes: "ˈʌm, jˈɛs," ɹᵻspˈɑːndᵻd ðɪ ˈoʊld tɹˈæpɚ, kwˈɪkli. "sˈɔː ˈʌm hˈɔːɹs lˌɑːs nˈaɪt mˈæn ɹˈaɪd bˈɪɡ fˈʊt sˈoʊ." ˈoʊld dʒˈɑːn hˈɛld ˈaʊt hɪz ˈɑːɹmz ɪn ɛɡzˈædʒɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən. bˈiːɾəl ɹˈɪŋ ɹˈoʊz tʊ ɪts fˈiːt æz wˈʌn mˈæn. "wˌʌt kˈʌlɚ wʌzðə hˈɔːɹs, dʒˈɑːn?" ˈæskt bɹˈiːm sˈɔftli. "hˈʌ! kˈænt sˈiː ɡˈʊd ˈæftɚ dˈɑːɹk, bˌʌt θˈɪŋk ˈʌm ɹˈoʊn." bɹˈiːm lˈʊkt slˈoʊli ɹˈaʊnd ðə sˈaɪlənt kˈæmp, ænd bˈiːɾəl ɹˈɪŋ ɡɹˈɪmli mˌeɪd ɹˈɛdi fɔːɹ bˈɪznəs.