text_original: "What foolishness is this?" he said, eying the dripping drum. "Sure, Colonel," said McCann, swinging it on his back, "we'd have no heart in us at Kaskasky widout the rattle of it in our ears. Bill Cowan and me will not be feeling the heft of it bechune us."
text_transcription: WHAT FOOLISHNESS IS THIS HE SAID EYEING THE DRIPPING DRUM SURE COLONEL SAID MC CAN SWINGING IT ON HIS BACK YOU'D HAVE NO HARDINESS AT CASKASSKI WITHOUT THE RATTLE OF IT IN OUR EARS BILL COW AND ME WILL NOT BE FEELING THE HEFT OF IT BETWEEN US
phonemes: "wˌʌt fˈuːlɪʃnəs ɪz ðˈɪs?" hiː sˈɛd, ˈaɪɪŋ ðə dɹˈɪpɪŋ dɹˈʌm. "ʃˈʊɹ, kˈɜːnəl," sˈɛd mə kˈæn, swˈɪŋɪŋ ɪɾ ˌɔn hɪz bˈæk, "wiːd hæv nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹt ɪn ˌʌs æt kæskˈæski wˈɪdaʊt ðə ɹˈæɾəl ʌv ɪɾ ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɪɹz. bˈɪl kˈaʊən ænd mˌiː wɪl nˌɑːt biː fˈiːlɪŋ ðə hˈɛft ʌv ɪt bˈɛtʃjuːn ˌʌs."