text_original: Men stopped in their tracks, staring fixedly at three forms which had come out of the woods into the clearing. "Redskins, or there's no devil!" said Terrell. Redskins they were, but not the blanketed kind that drifted every day through the station.
text_transcription: MEN STOPPED IN THEIR TRACKS STARING FIXEDLY AT THREE FORMS WHICH HAD COME OUT OF THE WOODS INTO THE CLEARING REDSKINS OR THERE'S NO DEVIL SAID TERRELL REDSKINS THEY WERE BUT NOT THE BLANKETED KIND THAT DRIFTED EVERY DAY THROUGH THE STATION
phonemes: mˈɛn stˈɑːpt ɪn ðɛɹ tɹˈæks, stˈɛɹɪŋ fˈɪksᵻdli æt θɹˈiː fˈɔːɹmz wˌɪtʃ hæd kˈʌm ˌaʊɾəv ðə wˈʊdz ˌɪntʊ ðə klˈɪɹɪŋ. "ɹˈɛdskɪnz, ɔːɹ ðɛɹz nˈoʊ dˈɛvəl!" sˈɛd tˈɛɹəl. ɹˈɛdskɪnz ðeɪ wɜː, bˌʌt nˌɑːt ðə blˈæŋkɪɾᵻd kˈaɪnd ðæt dɹˈɪftᵻd ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ θɹuː ðə stˈeɪʃən.