text_original: Damn the land. I have plenty more,  and little else." He turned quizzically to Colonel Clark, revealing a line of strong, white teeth. "Suppose we drink a health to your drummer boy," said he, lifting up his gourd.
text_transcription: DAMN THE LAD I HAVE PLENTY MORE AND LITTLE ELSE HE TURNED QUIZZICALLY TO COLONEL CLARK REVEALING A LINE OF STRONG WHITE TEETH SUPPOSE WE DRINK A HEALTH TO YOUR DRUMMER BOY SAID HE LIFTING UP HIS GOURD
phonemes: dˈæm ðə lˈænd. aɪ hæv plˈɛnti mˈɔːɹ,  ænd lˈɪɾəl ˈɛls." hiː tˈɜːnd kwˈɪzɪkli tə kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk, ɹᵻvˈiːlɪŋ ɐ lˈaɪn ʌv stɹˈɔŋ, wˈaɪt tˈiːθ. "səpˈoʊz wiː dɹˈɪŋk ɐ hˈɛlθ tə jʊɹ dɹˈʌmɚ bˈɔɪ," sˈɛd hiː, lˈɪftɪŋ ˌʌp hɪz ɡˈʊɹd.