text_original: Both engineers were studying him intently, almost eagerly, Neale imagined. "Number Ten's a tough nut to crack, eh?" he inquired. "We've been here three months," replied Blake. "Wait till you see that quicksand hole," added Coffee. "Quicksand! It was a dry, solid stream bed when I ran the line through here and drew the plans for Number Ten," declared Neale. Coffee and Blake stared blandly at him. So did the lineman Somers. "You?
text_transcription: BOTH ENGINEERS WERE STUDYING HIM INTENTLY ALMOST EAGERLY NEIL IMAGINED NUMBER TEN'S A TOUGH NUT TO CRACK ON HE INQUIRED WE'VE BEEN HERE THREE MONTHS REPLIED BLAKE WAIT'LL YOU SEE THAT QUICKSAND HOLD ADDED COFFIN QUICKSAND IT WAS A DRY SOLID STREAM BED AND I RAN THE LINE THROUGH HERE AND DREW THE PLANS FOR NUMBER TEN DECLARED NEIL COFFIN BLAKE STARED BLANKLY AT HIM SO DID THE LINEMAN SOMERS YOU
phonemes: bˈoʊθ ˌɛndʒɪnˈɪɹz wɜː stˈʌdiɪŋ hˌɪm ɪntˈɛntli, ˈɔːlmoʊst ˈiːɡɚli, nˈiːl ɪmˈædʒɪnd. "nˈʌmbɚ tˈɛnz ɐ tˈʌf nˈʌt tə kɹˈæk, ˈeɪ?" hiː ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd. "wiːv bˌɪn hˈɪɹ θɹˈiː mˈʌnθs," ɹᵻplˈaɪd blˈeɪk. "wˈeɪt tˈɪl juː sˈiː ðæt kwˈɪksænd hˈoʊl," ˈædᵻd kˈɔfi. "kwˈɪksænd! ɪt wʌzɐ dɹˈaɪ, sˈɑːlɪd stɹˈiːm bˈɛd wɛn aɪ ɹˈæn ðə lˈaɪn θɹuː hˈɪɹ ænd dɹˈuː ðə plˈænz fɔːɹ nˈʌmbɚ tˈɛn," dᵻklˈɛɹd nˈiːl. kˈɔfi ænd blˈeɪk stˈɛɹd blˈændli æt hˌɪm. sˌoʊ dˈɪd ðə lˈaɪnmən sˈʌmɚz. "juː?