text_original: Some of the women shed tears as he passed through the gate, and many of us climbed to sentry box and cabin roof that we might see the last of the little company wending its way across the fields. A motley company it was, the refuse of the station, headed by its cherished captain.
text_transcription: SOME OF THE WOMEN SHED TEARS AS HE PASSED THROUGH THE GATE AND MANY OF US CLIMBED TO SENTRY BOX AND CABIN ROOF THAT WE MIGHT SEE THE LAST OF THE LITTLE COMPANY WENDING ITS WAY ACROSS THE FIELDS A MOTLEY COMPANY IT WAS A REFUSE OF THE STATION HEADED BY ITS CHERISHED CAPTAIN
phonemes: sˌʌm ʌvðə wˈɪmɪn ʃˈɛd tˈɪɹz æz hiː pˈæst θɹuː ðə ɡˈeɪt, ænd mˈɛnɪəv ˌʌs klˈaɪmd tə sˈɛntɹi bˈɑːks ænd kˈæbɪn ɹˈuːf ðæt wiː mˌaɪt sˈiː ðə lˈæst ʌvðə lˈɪɾəl kˈʌmpəni wˈɛndɪŋ ɪts wˈeɪ əkɹˌɑːs ðə fˈiːldz. ɐ mˈɑːtli kˈʌmpəni ɪt wˈʌz, ðə ɹˈɛfjuːs ʌvðə stˈeɪʃən, hˈɛdᵻd baɪ ɪts tʃˈɛɹɪʃt kˈæptɪn.