text_original: Neale was at Promontory Point that summer day. He stood aloof from the crowd, on a little bank, watching with shining eyes. To him the scene was great, beautiful, final. Only a few hundreds of that vast army of laborers were present at the meeting of the rails, but enough were there to represent the whole.
text_transcription: NEIL WAS AT PROMONTORY POINT THAT SUMMER DAY HE STOOD ALOOF FROM THE CROWD ON A LITTLE BANK WATCHING WITH SHINING EYES TO HIM THE SCENE WAS GREAT BEAUTIFUL FINAL ONLY A FEW HUNDRED OF THAT VAST ARMY OF LABORERS WERE PRESENT AT THE MEETING OF THE RAILS BUT ENOUGH WERE THERE TO REPRESENT THE WHOLE
phonemes: nˈiːl wʌz æt pɹˈɑːmɔntɚɹi pˈɔɪnt ðæt sˈʌmɚ dˈeɪ. hiː stˈʊd ɐlˈuːf fɹʌmðə kɹˈaʊd, ˌɔn ɐ lˈɪɾəl bˈæŋk, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ wɪð ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ˈaɪz. tə hˌɪm ðə sˈiːn wʌz ɡɹˈeɪt, bjˈuːɾifəl, fˈaɪnəl. ˈoʊnli ɐ fjˈuː hˈʌndɹɪdz ʌv ðæt vˈæst ˈɑːɹmi ʌv lˈeɪbɚɹɚz wɜː pɹˈɛzənt æt ðə mˈiːɾɪŋ ʌvðə ɹˈeɪlz, bˌʌt ɪnˈʌf wɜː ðɛɹ tə ɹˌɛpɹᵻzˈɛnt ðə hˈoʊl.