text_original: McDermott wrinkled his red brow and scratched his sandy beard. Then he pointed. "Casey, wot's the use? See, the blowin' sand's kivered all the graves." "Mac, yez wor always hell at shirkin' worrk. Come on, now, Drill, ye terrier, drill!" They quickly dug another long, narrow hole. Then, taking a rude stretcher, they plodded away in the direction of a dilapidated tent that appeared to be the only structure left of Benton.
text_transcription: AND DERMOT WINKED HIS RED BROW AND SCRATCHED HIS SANDY BEARD THEN HE POINTED CASEY WHAT'S THE USE SEE THE BLOWING SANDS THAT COVERED ALL THE GRAVES MAC YOU WAS ALWAYS HELL AT SHIRKING WORK COME ON NOW JAIL YOUR TERRIER DREW THEY QUICKLY DUG ANOTHER LONG NARROW HOLE THEN TAKING A RUDE STRETCHER THEY PLODDED AWAY IN THE DIRECTION OF A DILAPIDATED TENT THAT APPEARED TO BE THE ONLY STRUCTURE LEFT OF BENTON
phonemes: mək dˈɜːmɑːt ɹˈɪŋkəld hɪz ɹˈɛd bɹˈaʊ ænd skɹˈætʃt hɪz sˈændi bˈɪɹd. ðˈɛn hiː pˈɔɪntᵻd. "kˈeɪsi, wˈɑːts ðə jˈuːs? sˈiː, ðə blˈoʊɪn sˈændz kˈaɪvɚd ˈɔːl ðə ɡɹˈeɪvz." "mˈæk, jˈɛz wˈɜːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz hˈɛl æt ʃˈɜːkɪn wˈʌək. kˈʌm ˈɔn, nˈaʊ, dɹˈɪl, jiː tˈɛɹiɚ, dɹˈɪl!" ðeɪ kwˈɪkli dˈʌɡ ɐnˈʌðɚ lˈɔŋ, nˈæɹoʊ hˈoʊl. ðˈɛn, tˈeɪkɪŋ ɐ ɹˈuːd stɹˈɛtʃɚ, ðeɪ plˈɑːdᵻd ɐwˈeɪ ɪnðə dᵻɹˈɛkʃən əvə dɪlˈæpᵻdˌeɪɾᵻd tˈɛnt ðæt ɐpˈɪɹd təbi ðɪ ˈoʊnli stɹˈʌktʃɚ lˈɛft ʌv bˈɛntən.