text_original: Warburton became composed. The red died out of his face. He looked at Neale. "Young man, can YOU put permanent piers in that sink hole?" "Yes. They are started, on bed rock," replied Neale. "Bed rock!" he repeated, and remained gazing at Neale fixedly. Then he turned to Lodge. "Do you remember that wild red head cowboy  Neale's friend  when he said, 'I reckon thet's aboot all?
text_transcription: WARBURTON BECAME COMPOSED THE RED DIED OUT OF HIS FACE HE LOOKED AT NEIL YOUNG MAN CAN YOU PUT THE PERMANENT PEERS IN THAT SINKO YES THEY'RE STARTED ON BED ROCK REPLIED NEELIE BED ROCK HE REPEATED AND REMAINED GAZING AT NEIL FIXEDLY THEN HE TURNED TO LODGE YOU REMEMBER THAT WILD RED HEADED COWBOY NEIL'S FRIEND WHEN HE SAID I RECKON THAT'S A BOOT ALL
phonemes: wˈɔːɹbɜːtən bɪkˌeɪm kəmpˈoʊzd. ðə ɹˈɛd dˈaɪd ˌaʊɾəv hɪz fˈeɪs. hiː lˈʊkt æt nˈiːl. "jˈʌŋ mˈæn, kæn juː pˌʊt pˈɜːmənənt pˈɪɹz ɪn ðæt sˈɪŋk hˈoʊl?" "jˈɛs. ðeɪ ɑːɹ stˈɑːɹɾᵻd, ˌɔn bˈɛd ɹˈɑːk," ɹᵻplˈaɪd nˈiːl. "bˈɛd ɹˈɑːk!" hiː ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd, ænd ɹᵻmˈeɪnd ɡˈeɪzɪŋ æt nˈiːl fˈɪksᵻdli. ðˈɛn hiː tˈɜːnd tə lˈɑːdʒ. "dˈuː juː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðæt wˈaɪld ɹˈɛd hˈɛd kˈaʊbɔɪ nˈiːlz fɹˈɛnd wɛn hiː sˈɛd, aɪ ɹˈɛkən θˈɛts ɐbˈuːt ˈɔːl?