text_original: Here, friends, God keep you ! but this wretched grouse is all that the best hunter in the province of Throndhjein has got in a whole day's tramp through the heather in this weather." With these words he drew from his pouch and laid on the table a white ptarmigan, declaring that it was not worth a shot.
text_transcription: HERE FRIENDS GOD KEEP YOU BUT THIS WET GROUSE IS ALL THAT THE BEST HUNTER IN THE PROVINCE OF TRONTHEM HAS GOT IN A WHOLE DAY'S TRAMP THROUGH A HEATHER IN THIS WEATHER WITH THESE WORDS HE DREW FROM HIS POUCH AND LAID ON THE TABLE A WHITE PTARM EGEN DECLARING THAT IT WAS NOT WORTH A SHOT
phonemes: hˈɪɹ, fɹˈɛndz, ɡˈɑːd kˈiːp juː ! bˌʌt ðɪs ɹˈɛtʃᵻd ɡɹˈaʊs ɪz ˈɔːl ðætðə bˈɛst hˈʌntɚɹ ɪnðə pɹˈɑːvɪns ʌv θɹˈɑːnddʒiːn hɐz ɡɑːt ɪn ɐ hˈoʊl dˈeɪz tɹˈæmp θɹuː ðə hˈɛðɚɹ ɪn ðɪs wˈɛðɚ." wɪð ðiːz wˈɜːdz hiː dɹˈuː fɹʌm hɪz pˈaʊtʃ ænd lˈeɪd ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl ɐ wˈaɪt tˈɑːɹmɪɡən, dᵻklˈɛɹɪŋ ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz nˌɑːt wˈɜːθ ɐ ʃˈɑːt.