text_original: It was Cowan's voice that snapped the strain. "Go it, Davy, my little gamecock!" he cried, and the men laughed and cheered. And so we came to the bleak ferry landing where we had crossed on that hot July night six months before.
text_transcription: IT WAS COWAN'S VOICE THAT SNAPPED THE STRAIN GOING DAVY MY LITTLE GAMECOCK HE CRIED AND THE MEN LAUGHED AND CHEERED AND SO WE CAME TO THE BLEAK FERRY LANDING WHERE WE HAD CROSSED ON THAT HOT JULY NIGHT SIX MONTHS BEFORE
phonemes: ɪt wʌz kˈaʊənz vˈɔɪs ðæt snˈæpt ðə stɹˈeɪn. "ɡˈoʊ ɪt, dˈeɪvi, maɪ lˈɪɾəl ɡˈeɪmkɑːk!" hiː kɹˈaɪd, ænd ðə mˈɛn lˈæft ænd tʃˈɪɹd. ænd sˌoʊ wiː kˈeɪm tə ðə blˈiːk fˈɛɹi lˈændɪŋ wˌɛɹ wiː hæd kɹˈɔst ˌɔn ðæt hˈɑːt dʒuːlˈaɪ nˈaɪt sˈɪks mˈʌnθs bᵻfˈɔːɹ.