text_original: "D  n the lad," said the stout gentleman. "I'll take it, and you can ride my horse. He'll  he'll carry you, I reckon." His voice had a way of cracking into a mellow laugh.
text_transcription: DAMN THE LAD SAID THE STOUT GENTLEMAN I'LL TAKE IT AND YOU CAN RIDE MY HORSE HE'LL CARRY YOU I RECKON HIS VOICE HAD A WAY OF CRACKING INTO A MELLOW LAUGH
phonemes: "dˈiː ˈɛn ðə lˈæd," sˈɛd ðə stˈaʊt dʒˈɛntəlmən. "aɪl tˈeɪk ɪt, ænd juː kæn ɹˈaɪd maɪ hˈɔːɹs. hiːl hiːl kˈæɹi juː, aɪ ɹˈɛkən." hɪz vˈɔɪs hæd ɐ wˈeɪ ʌv kɹˈækɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɐ mˈɛloʊ lˈæf.