text_original: A bit of crumpled paper was pinned to the blanket. Breem read: I rode your horse. I had to. I'll surely make it right. BENNETT. "Course he had to!" growled the lumberman, and he passed the paper round. "Oncommon peart baby," said Skid, at last.
text_transcription: A BIT OF CRUMPLED PAPER WAS PINNED TO THE BLANKET BRIM RED I RODE YOUR HORSE I HAD TO I'LL SURELY MAKE IT RIGHT BENNETT COURSE HE HAD TO GROWLED THE LUMBERMAN AND HE PASSED THE PAPER ROUND UNCOMMON PART BABY SAID SKID AT LAST
phonemes: ɐ bˈɪt ʌv kɹˈʌmpəld pˈeɪpɚ wʌz pˈɪnd tə ðə blˈæŋkɪt. bɹˈiːm ɹˈiːd: aɪ ɹˈoʊd jʊɹ hˈɔːɹs. aɪ hˈædtuː. aɪl ʃˈʊɹli mˌeɪk ɪt ɹˈaɪt. bˈɛnɪt. "kˈɔːɹs hiː hˈædtuː!" ɡɹˈaʊld ðə lˈʌmbɚmən, ænd hiː pˈæst ðə pˈeɪpɚ ɹˈaʊnd. "ˈɑːŋkɑːmən pˈɪɹt bˈeɪbi," sˈɛd skˈɪd, æt lˈæst.