text_original: Again Casey made a sign of the cross. He worked longer at the filling in than his comrade, and patted the mound of sand hard and smooth. When he finished, his pipe was out. He relighted it. "Wal, Beauty Stanton, shure yez hev a cleaner grave than yez hed a bed.... Nice white desert sand.... An' prisintly no man will ivir know where yez come to lay." The laborers shouldered their spades and plodded away.
text_transcription: AGAIN CASEY MADE A SIGN AT THE CROSS HE WORKED LONGER AT THE FILLING END THAN HIS COMRADE AND PADDED THE MOUND OF SAND HARD AND SMOOTH WHEN HE FINISHED HIS PIPE WAS OUT HE RE LIGHTED IT WELL BEAUTY STANTON SURE YOU'D HAVE A CLEANER GRAVE THAN YOU'VE HAD A BED NICE LIGHT DESERT SAND AND PRESENTLY NO MAN WILL EVER KNOW WHERE HE'S COME TO LAID THE LABOURERS SHOULDERED THEIR SPADES AND PLODDED AWAY
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn kˈeɪsi mˌeɪd ɐ sˈaɪn ʌvðə kɹˈɔs. hiː wˈɜːkt lˈɔŋɡɚɹ æt ðə fˈɪlɪŋ ɪn ðɐn hɪz kˈɑːmɹæd, ænd pˈæɾᵻd ðə mˈaʊnd ʌv sˈænd hˈɑːɹd ænd smˈuːð. wˌɛn hiː fˈɪnɪʃt, hɪz pˈaɪp wʌz ˈaʊt. hiː ɹᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd ɪt. "wˈæl, bjˈuːɾi stˈæntən, ʃjˈʊɹ jˈɛz hˈɛv ɐ klˈiːnɚ ɡɹˈeɪv ðɐn jˈɛz hˈɛd ɐ bˈɛd.... nˈaɪs wˈaɪt dˈɛzɚt sˈænd.... æn pɹˈɪsɪntli nˈoʊ mˈæn wɪl ˈɪvɪɹ nˈoʊ wˌɛɹ jˈɛz kˈʌm tə lˈeɪ." ðə lˈeɪbɚɹɚz ʃˈoʊldɚd ðɛɹ spˈeɪdz ænd plˈɑːdᵻd ɐwˈeɪ.