text_original: One day Monsieur Vigo's young Creole clerk stood shrugging his shoulders in the doorway. I stopped. "By tam!" Swein Poulsson was crying to the clerk, as he waved a worthless scrip above his head.
text_transcription: ONE DAY MONSIKO'S YOUNG CREOLE CLERK STOOD SHRUGGING HIS SHOULDERS IN THE DOORWAY I STOPPED I CAM SWIN COULSON WAS CRYING TO THE CLERK AS HE WAVED A WORKLESS SCRIPT ABOVE HIS HEAD
phonemes: wˈʌn dˈeɪ məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊz jˈʌŋ kɹɪˈoʊl klˈɜːk stˈʊd ʃɹˈʌɡɪŋ hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz ɪnðə dˈɔːɹweɪ. aɪ stˈɑːpt. "baɪ tˈæm!" swˈeɪn pˈaʊlsən wʌz kɹˈaɪɪŋ tə ðə klˈɜːk, æz hiː wˈeɪvd ɐ wˈɜːθləs skɹˈɪp əbˌʌv hɪz hˈɛd.