text_original: Even as I looked upon this strife a man stood beside me. "Drat 'em," said the stranger, as he watched a hawk eyed extortioner in drab, for these did not condescend to hunting shirts, "drat 'em, ef I had my way I'd wring the neck of every mother's son of 'em."
text_transcription: EVEN AS I LOOKED UPON THIS STRIFE A MAN STOOD BESIDE ME DRAM SAID THE STRANGER AS HE WATCHED A HAWKEYED EXTORTIONER IN DRAB FOR THESE DID NOT CONDESCEND TO HUNTING SHIRTS DRATUM IF I HAD MY WAY I'D WRING THE NECK OF EVERY MOTHER'S SON OF EM
phonemes: ˈiːvən æz aɪ lˈʊkt əpˌɑːn ðɪs stɹˈaɪf ɐ mˈæn stˈʊd bᵻsˈaɪd mˌiː. "dɹˈæt ˈɛm," sˈɛd ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ, æz hiː wˈɑːtʃt ɐ hˈɔːk ˈaɪd ɛkstˈɔːɹʃənɚɹ ɪn dɹˈæb, fɔːɹ ðiːz dɪdnˌɑːt kˌɑːndᵻsˈɛnd tə hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːts, "dɹˈæt ˈɛm, ˈɛf aɪ hæd maɪ wˈeɪ aɪd ɹˈɪŋ ðə nˈɛk ʌv ˈɛvɹi mˈʌðɚz sˈʌn ʌv ˈɛm."