text_original: It must happen! Casey's heart never lifted its ponderous weight. Then, shooting round the curve, he saw an open track and bright sunlight beyond. Above the roar of wheels sounded spatting reports of rifles.
text_transcription: WHAT MUST HAPPEN CASEY'S HEART NEVER LIFTED ITS PONDEROUS WEIGHT THEN SHOOTING ROUND THE CURVE HE SAW AN OPEN TRACK IN BRIGHT SUNLIGHT BEYOND ABOVE THE ROAR OF WHEELS SOUNDED SPATTING REPORTS OF RIFLES
phonemes: ɪt mˈʌst hˈæpən! kˈeɪsiz hˈɑːɹt nˈɛvɚ lˈɪftᵻd ɪts pˈɑːndɚɹəs wˈeɪt. ðˈɛn, ʃˈuːɾɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ðə kˈɜːv, hiː sˈɔː ɐn ˈoʊpən tɹˈæk ænd bɹˈaɪt sˈʌnlaɪt bᵻjˈɔnd. əbˌʌv ðə ɹˈɔːɹ ʌv wˈiːlz sˈaʊndᵻd spˈæɾɪŋ ɹᵻpˈɔːɹts ʌv ɹˈaɪfəlz.