text_original: He saw the thousands of plodding, swearing, fighting, blaspheming, joking laborers on the field of action  saw the picture they made, red and bronzed and black, dust begrimed; and how here with the ties and the rails and the road bed was the heart of that epical turmoil.
text_transcription: HE SAW THE THOUSANDS OF PLODDING SWEARING FIGHTING BLASPHEMING JOKING LABORERS ON THE FIELD OF ACTION SAW THE PICTURE THEY MADE RED AND BRONZED AND BLACK DUST GRIMMED AND HOW HERE WITH THE TIES AND THE RAILS IN THE ROAD BED WAS THE HEART OF THAT EPICAL TURMOIL
phonemes: hiː sˈɔː ðə θˈaʊzəndz ʌv plˈɑːdɪŋ, swˈɛɹɪŋ, fˈaɪɾɪŋ, blæsfˈiːmɪŋ, dʒˈoʊkɪŋ lˈeɪbɚɹɚz ɔnðə fˈiːld ʌv ˈækʃən sˈɔː ðə pˈɪktʃɚ ðeɪ mˈeɪd, ɹˈɛd ænd bɹˈɑːnzd ænd blˈæk, dˈʌst bᵻɡɹˈaɪmd; ænd hˌaʊ hˈɪɹ wɪððə tˈaɪz ænd ðə ɹˈeɪlz ænd ðə ɹˈoʊd bˈɛd wʌzðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv ðæt ˈɛpɪkəl tˈɜːmɔɪl.