text_original: " But," he muttered between his teeth, <: my faithful arquebuse, you shall soon hunt far bigger game. If you can bring down no more chamois or elk skins, you shall make holes in green jackets and red jerkins."
text_transcription: BUT HE MUTTERED BETWEEN HIS TEETH MY FAITHFUL ARCHIBUSE YOU SHALL SOON HUNT FAR BIGGER GAME IF YOU CAN BRING DOWN NO MORE CHAMOIS OR ELKSKINS YOU SHALL MAKE HOLES IN GREEN JACKETS AND RED JERKINS
phonemes: " bˌʌt," hiː mˈʌɾɚd bᵻtwˌiːn hɪz tˈiːθ,: maɪ fˈeɪθfəl ˈɑːɹkwɪbjˌuːs, juː ʃˌæl sˈuːn hˈʌnt fˈɑːɹ bˈɪɡɚ ɡˈeɪm. ɪf juː kæn bɹˈɪŋ dˌaʊn nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ tʃˈæmwɑː ɔːɹ ˈɛlk skˈɪnz, juː ʃˌæl mˌeɪk hˈoʊlz ɪn ɡɹˈiːn dʒˈækɪts ænd ɹˈɛd dʒˈɜːkɪnz."