text_original: He might have spoken a hasty word, but was it right to lay it up against him? My Name Appears in Print. 87 I still begged him to leave — that I should die if he did not. He went, and I crossed the fields to the house of Thomas Dickson, thinking that from it I could get to the city by the river road and fly any where.
text_transcription: HE MIGHT HAVE SPOKEN A HASTY WORD BUT WAS IT RIGHT TO LAY IT UP AGAINST HIM I STILL BEGGED HIM TO LEAVE THAT I SHOULD DIE IF HE DID NOT HE WENT AND I CROSSED THE FIELDS TO THE HOUSE OF THOMAS DIXON THINKING THAT FROM IT I COULD GET TO THE CITY BY THE RIVER ROAD AND FLY ANYWHERE
phonemes: hiː mˌaɪthɐv spˈoʊkən ɐ hˈeɪsti wˈɜːd, bˌʌt wʌz ɪt ɹˈaɪt tə lˈeɪ ɪɾ ˌʌp ɐɡˈɛnst hˌɪm? maɪ nˈeɪm ɐpˈɪɹz ɪn pɹˈɪnt. ˈeɪɾi sˈɛvən aɪ stˈɪl bˈɛɡd hˌɪm tə lˈiːv — ðæt aɪ ʃˌʊd dˈaɪ ɪf hiː dɪdnˈɑːt. hiː wˈɛnt, ænd aɪ kɹˈɔst ðə fˈiːldz tə ðə hˈaʊs ʌv tˈɑːməs dˈɪksən, θˈɪŋkɪŋ ðæt fɹʌm ɪɾ aɪ kʊd ɡɛt tə ðə sˈɪɾi baɪ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ ɹˈoʊd ænd flˈaɪ ˌɛni wˈɛɹ.