text_original: Tumble, blood curdlin'!... Neale held both Durade's hands an' wuz squeezin' thot knife handle so the greaser couldn't let go. "Thin Neale drew out thot hand of Durade's  the wan wot held the knife  an' made Durade jab himself, low down!... My Gawd! how thot jenteel Spaniard howled! I seen the blade go in an' come out red. Thin Slingerland tore thim apart, an' the greaser fell. He warn't killed.
text_transcription: TERRIBLE BLOOD CURTLING NEIL HELD BOTH DURRAGE'S HANDS AND WAS SQUEEZING THAT KNIFE AND DOSE OF THE GREASUR COULDN'T LET GO THEN NEIL DREW OUT THAT HAND OF DURRAGE THE ONE WHAT HELD A KNIFE AND MADE THE RAID JAB HIMSELF LOW DOWN MY DOG HOW THAT GIN DEAL SPANIARD HOWL I SEEN THE BLADE GO IN AND IT COME OUT RED THEN SLINGERIN TORE THEM APART AND THE GREASER FELL HE WARN'T KILLED
phonemes: tˈʌmbəl, blˈʌd kˈɜːdlɪn!... nˈiːl hˈɛld bˈoʊθ dˈʊɹɹeɪdz hˈændz æn wˈʌz skwˈiːzɪn θˈɑːt nˈaɪf hˈændəl sˌoʊ ðə ɡɹˈiːsɚ kˌʊdənt lˈɛt ɡˈoʊ. "θˈɪn nˈiːl dɹˈuː ˈaʊt θˈɑːt hˈænd ʌv dˈʊɹɹeɪdz ðə wˈæn wˈɑːt hˈɛld ðə nˈaɪf æn mˌeɪd dˈʊɹɹeɪd dʒˈæb hɪmsˈɛlf, lˈoʊ dˈaʊn!... maɪ ɡˈɔːd! hˌaʊ θˈɑːt dʒˈɛntiːl spˈænɪɚd hˈaʊld! aɪ sˈiːn ðə blˈeɪd ɡˌoʊ ɪn æn kˈʌm ˈaʊt ɹˈɛd. θˈɪn slˈɪŋɡɚlənd tˈɔːɹ θˈɪm ɐpˈɑːɹt, æn ðə ɡɹˈiːsɚ fˈɛl. hiː wˈɔːɹənt kˈɪld.