text_original: A fri'nd of mine was muxin' mortor over there. An' he sez whin the crick was dry ut hed a bottom, but whin wet ut shure hed none." "Then I have got a job on my hands," replied Neale, grimly. Those days it took the work train several hours to reach the end of the rails.
text_transcription: A FRIEND OF MINE WAS MIXING MORTO OVER THERE AND HE SAYS WHEN THE CRICK WAS DRY IT HAD A BOTTOM BUT WHEN WET IT SURE HAD NONE AND I'VE GOT A JOB ON MY HANDS REPLIED NEIL GRIMLY THOSE DAYS IT TOOK THE WORK TRAIN SEVERAL HOURS TO REACH THE END OF THE RAILS
phonemes: ɐ fɹˈɪnd ʌv mˈaɪn wʌz mˈʌksɪn mˈɔːɹɾɚɹ ˌoʊvɚ ðˈɛɹ. æn hiː sˈɛz wˈɪn ðə kɹˈɪk wʌz dɹˈaɪ ˈʌt hˈɛd ɐ bˈɑːɾəm, bˌʌt wˈɪn wˈɛt ˈʌt ʃjˈʊɹ hˈɛd nˈʌn." "ðˈɛn aɪ hæv ɡɑːt ɐ dʒˈɑːb ˌɔn maɪ hˈændz," ɹᵻplˈaɪd nˈiːl, ɡɹˈɪmli. ðoʊz dˈeɪz ɪt tˈʊk ðə wˈɜːk tɹˈeɪn sˈɛvɹəl ˈaʊɚz tə ɹˈiːtʃ ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə ɹˈeɪlz.