text_original: "I reckon this band ain't a goin' to harry the station any more, McGary," cried Cowan. "By Job, what did we come out for? Who'll take the trail with me?" There were some who answered him, and straightway they began to quarrel among themselves, filling the woods with a babel of voices.
text_transcription: I RECKON THIS MAN AIN'T A GOIN TO HARRY THE STATION ANY MORE M'GARRY CRIED CALHOUN BY JOVE WHAT DID WE COME OUT FOR WHO'LL TAKE THE TRAIL WITH ME THERE WERE SOME WHO ANSWERED HIM AND STRAIGHTWAY THEY BEGAN TO QUARREL AMONG THEMSELVES FILLING THE WOODS WITH A BABBLE OF VOICES
phonemes: "aɪ ɹˈɛkən ðɪs bˈænd ˈeɪnt ɐ ɡˌoʊɪn tə hˈæɹi ðə stˈeɪʃən ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ, mə ɡˈæɹi," kɹˈaɪd kˈaʊən. "baɪ dʒˈɑːb, wˌʌt dˈɪd wiː kˈʌm ˈaʊt fɔːɹ? hˌuːəl tˈeɪk ðə tɹˈeɪl wɪð mˌiː?" ðɛɹwˌɜː sˌʌm hˌuː ˈænsɚd hˌɪm, ænd stɹˈeɪtweɪ ðeɪ bɪɡˈæn tə kwˈɔːɹəl ɐmˌʌŋ ðɛmsˈɛlvz, fˈɪlɪŋ ðə wˈʊdz wɪð ɐ bˈeɪbəl ʌv vˈɔɪsᵻz.