text_original: He strode up to Harrod until their faces almost touched, and his voice shook with the intensity of his anger. "By G  d, you nor Clark nor any one else will stop me, I say!" He swung around and faced the people. "Come on, boys! We'll fetch that corn, or know the reason why."
text_transcription: HE STRODE UP TO HAROLD UNTIL THEIR FACES ALMOST TOUCHED AND HIS VOICE SHOOK WITH THE INTENSITY OF HIS ANGER BY GOD YOU NOR CLARK NOR ANYONE ELSE WILL STOP ME I SAY HE SWUNG AROUND AND FACED THE PEOPLE COME ON BOYS WE'LL FETCH THAT CORN OR KNOW THE REASON WHY
phonemes: hiː stɹˈoʊd ˌʌp tə hˈæɹɑːd ʌntˈɪl ðɛɹ fˈeɪsᵻz ˈɔːlmoʊst tˈʌtʃt, ænd hɪz vˈɔɪs ʃˈʊk wɪððɪ ɪntˈɛnsᵻɾi ʌv hɪz ˈæŋɡɚ. "baɪ dʒˈiː dˈiː, juː nˈɔːɹ klˈɑːɹk nˈɔːɹ ˌɛni wˈʌn ˈɛls wɪl stˈɑːp mˌiː, aɪ sˈeɪ!" hiː swˈʌŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ænd fˈeɪsd ðə pˈiːpəl. "kˈʌm ˈɔn, bˈɔɪz! wiːl fˈɛtʃ ðæt kˈɔːɹn, ɔːɹ nˈoʊ ðə ɹˈiːzən wˈaɪ."