text_original: "Now, what does this mean?" demanded Clark; "my eye is on you, and you've boxed the compass in this last hour." Saunders' jaw dropped. "I'm guiding you right," he answered, with that sullenness which comes to his kind from fear, "but a man will slip his bearings sometimes in this country."
text_transcription: NOW WHAT DOES THIS MEAN DEMANDED CLARK MY EYES ON YOU AND YOU'VE BOXED THE COMPASS IN THIS LAST HOUR SAUNDERS JAW DROPPED I AM GUIDING YOU RIGHT HE ANSWERED WITH THAT SULLENNESS WHICH COMES TO HIS KIND FROM FEAR BUT A MAN WILL SLIP HIS BAREN SOMETIMES IN THIS COUNTRY
phonemes: "nˈaʊ, wˌʌt dˈʌz ðɪs mˈiːn?" dᵻmˈændᵻd klˈɑːɹk; "maɪ ˈaɪ ɪz ˈɔn juː, ænd juːv bˈɑːkst ðə kˈʌmpəs ɪn ðɪs lˈæst ˈaʊɚ." sˈɔːndɚz dʒˈɔː dɹˈɑːpt. "aɪm ɡˈaɪdɪŋ juː ɹˈaɪt," hiː ˈænsɚd, wɪð ðæt sˈʌlənnəs wˌɪtʃ kˈʌmz tə hɪz kˈaɪnd fɹʌm fˈɪɹ, "bˌʌt ɐ mˈæn wɪl slˈɪp hɪz bˈɛɹɪŋz sˈʌmtaɪmz ɪn ðɪs kˈʌntɹi."