text_original: He had a free track. Far down the gray valley, where the rails disappeared, were low streaks of black smoke from a locomotive. The general's train was coming. The burden of worry and dread that had been Casey's was now no more  vanished as if by magic. His job had not yet been completed, but he had won. He never glanced back at the Sioux. They had failed in their first effort at ambushing the cut, and Casey knew the troops would prevent a second attempt.
text_transcription: HE HAD A FREE TRACK FAR DOWN THE GRAY VALLEY WHERE THE RAILS DISAPPEARED WERE LOW STREAKS OF BLACK SMOKE FROM A LOCOMOTIVE THE GENERAL'S TRAIN WAS COMING THE BURDEN OF WORRY AND DREAD THAT HAD BEEN CASES WAS NOW NO MORE VANISHED AS IF BY MAGIC HIS JOB HAD NOT YET BEEN COMPLETED BUT HE HAD WON HE NEVER GLANCED BACK AT THE SIOUX THEY HAD FAILED IN THEIR FIRST EFFORT AT AMBUSHING THE CUT IN CASEY KNEW THE TROOPS WOULD PREVENT A SECOND ATTEMPT
phonemes: hiː hæd ɐ fɹˈiː tɹˈæk. fˈɑːɹ dˌaʊn ðə ɡɹˈeɪ vˈæli, wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈeɪlz dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹd, wɜː lˈoʊ stɹˈiːks ʌv blˈæk smˈoʊk fɹʌm ɐ lˌoʊkəmˈoʊɾɪv. ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəlz tɹˈeɪn wʌz kˈʌmɪŋ. ðə bˈɜːdən ʌv wˈʌɹi ænd dɹˈɛd ðæt hɐdbɪn kˈeɪsiz wʌz nˈaʊ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ vˈænɪʃt æz ɪf baɪ mˈædʒɪk. hɪz dʒˈɑːb hæd nˌɑːt jˈɛt bˌɪn kəmplˈiːɾᵻd, bˌʌt hiː hæd wˈʌn. hiː nˈɛvɚ ɡlˈænst bˈæk æt ðə sˈuː. ðeɪ hæd fˈeɪld ɪn ðɛɹ fˈɜːst ˈɛfɚt æɾ ˈæmbʊʃɪŋ ðə kˈʌt, ænd kˈeɪsi nˈuː ðə tɹˈuːps wʊd pɹɪvˈɛnt ɐ sˈɛkənd ɐtˈɛmpt.