text_original: When such thoughts came he went back to pure sensations, the great, bold peaks looming dark, the winding, level road bed, the smoky desert land, reflecting heat, the completed track and gangs of moving men like bright ants in the sunlight, and the exhaust of the engines, the old song, "Drill, ye terriers, drill!"
text_transcription: WHEN SUCH THOUGHTS CAME HE WENT BACK TO PURE SENSATIONS THE GREAT BOLD PEAKS LOOMING DARK THE WINDING LEVEL ROADBED THE SMOKY DESERT LAND REFLECTING HEAT THE COMPLETED TRACK AND THE GANGS OF MOVING MEN LIKE BRIGHT ANTS IN THE SUNLIGHT AND THE EXHAUST OF THE ENGINES THE OLD SONG DRILL A TERRIER DRILL
phonemes: wˌɛn sˈʌtʃ θˈɔːts kˈeɪm hiː wɛnt bˈæk tə pjˈʊɹ sɛnsˈeɪʃənz, ðə ɡɹˈeɪt, bˈoʊld pˈiːks lˈuːmɪŋ dˈɑːɹk, ðə wˈaɪndɪŋ, lˈɛvəl ɹˈoʊd bˈɛd, ðə smˈoʊki dˈɛzɚt lˈænd, ɹᵻflˈɛktɪŋ hˈiːt, ðə kəmplˈiːɾᵻd tɹˈæk ænd ɡˈæŋz ʌv mˈuːvɪŋ mˈɛn lˈaɪk bɹˈaɪt ˈænts ɪnðə sˈʌnlaɪt, ænd ðɪ ɛɡzˈɔːst ʌvðɪ ˈɛndʒɪnz, ðɪ ˈoʊld sˈɔŋ, "dɹˈɪl, jiː tˈɛɹɪɹz, dɹˈɪl!"