text_original: A contrast they were, these buckskin clad pioneers, to the ill assorted humanity they watched, absorbed in struggles for the very lands they had won. "By the eternal!" said Jack Terrell, "if the yea'th was ter swaller 'em up, they'd keep on a dickerin' in hell." "Something's got to be done," Captain Harrod put in gloomily; "the red varmints 'll be on us in another day. In God's name, whar is Clark?"
text_transcription: A CONTRAST THEY WERE THOSE BUCKSKIN CLAD PIONEERS TO THE ILL ASSORTED HUMANITY THEY WATCHED ABSORBED IN STRUGGLES FROM THE VERY LANDS THEY HAD WON PIRE THE ETERNAL SAID JACK TO REL IF THE EARTH WAS TO SWALLER EM UP THEY'D KEEP ON A DICKERIN IN HELL SOMETHIN'S GOT TO BE DONE CAPTAIN HAROLD PUT IN GLOOMILY THE RED VARMINTS'LL BE ON US AN ANOTHER DAY IN GOD'S NAME WHERE'S CLARK
phonemes: ɐ kˈɑːntɹæst ðeɪ wɜː, ðiːz bˈʌkskɪn klˈæd paɪənˈɪɹz, tə ðɪ ˈɪl ɐsˈɔːɹɾᵻd hjuːmˈænᵻɾi ðeɪ wˈɑːtʃt, ɐbsˈɔːɹbd ɪn stɹˈʌɡəlz fɚðə vˈɛɹi lˈændz ðeɪ hæd wˈʌn. "baɪ ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl!" sˈɛd dʒˈæk tˈɛɹəl, "ɪf ðə jˈiːθ wʌz tˈɜː swˈɔːlɚ ˈɛm ˈʌp, ðeɪd kˈiːp ˌɔn ɐ dˈɪkɚɹˌɪn ɪn hˈɛl." "sˈʌmθɪŋz ɡɑːt təbi dˈʌn," kˈæptɪn hˈæɹɑːd pˌʊt ɪn ɡlˈuːmili; "ðə ɹˈɛd vˈɑːɹmɪnts ˌɛlˈɛl biː ˌɔn ˌʌs ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚ dˈeɪ. ɪn ɡˈɑːdz nˈeɪm, wˈɔːɹ ɪz klˈɑːɹk?"