text_original: Worming my way, boylike, through the crowd, I came upon McGary and Harrod glaring at each other in the centre of it. "By Job! there's no devil if I'll stand back from my clearing and waste the rest of the summer for the fears of a pack of cowards.
text_transcription: WORMING MY WAY BOY LIKE THROUGH THE CROWD I CAME UPON MEGARRY AND HAROD GLARING AT EACH OTHER IN THE CENTRE OF IT BY JOVE THERE'S NO DEVIL IF I'LL STAND BACK FROM MY CLEARING AND WASTE THE REST OF THE SUMMER FOR THE FEARS OF A PACK OF COWARDS
phonemes: wˈɜːmɪŋ maɪ wˈeɪ, bˈɔɪlaɪk, θɹuː ðə kɹˈaʊd, aɪ kˈeɪm əpˌɑːn mə ɡˈæɹi ænd hˈæɹɑːd ɡlˈɛɹɪŋ æɾ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚɹ ɪnðə sˈɛntɚɹ ʌv ɪt. "baɪ dʒˈɑːb! ðɛɹz nˈoʊ dˈɛvəl ɪf aɪl stˈænd bˈæk fɹʌm maɪ klˈɪɹɪŋ ænd wˈeɪst ðə ɹˈɛst ʌvðə sˈʌmɚ fɚðə fˈɪɹz əvə pˈæk ʌv kˈaʊɚdz.