text_original: Then the horde of sweaty toilers sought places in the shade, and ate and drank and smoked and rested. As the spirit of work had been merry, so was that of rest, with always a dry, grim earnestness in the background.
text_transcription: THEN THE HORDE OF SWEATY TOILERS SOUGHT PLACES IN THE SHADE AND ATE AND DRANK AND SMOKED AND RESTED AS THE SPIRIT OF WORK HAD BEEN MERRY SO WAS THAT OF REST WITH ALWAYS A DRY GRIM EARNESTNESS IN THE BACKGROUND
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə hˈɔːɹd ʌv swˈɛɾi tˈɔɪlɚz sˈɔːt plˈeɪsᵻz ɪnðə ʃˈeɪd, ænd ˈeɪt ænd dɹˈæŋk ænd smˈoʊkt ænd ɹˈɛstᵻd. æz ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌv wˈɜːk hɐdbɪn mˈɛɹi, sˌoʊ wʌz ðæt ʌv ɹˈɛst, wɪð ˈɔːlweɪz ɐ dɹˈaɪ, ɡɹˈɪm ˈɜːnɪstnəs ɪnðə bˈækɡɹaʊnd.