text_original: Neale's smile was a promise, and the light of it was instantly reflected on the rugged face of the trapper. "Reckon I needn't asked thet. Wal, I'll be sayin' good bye.... You kin expect me back some day.... To see the meetin' of the rails from east an' west  an' to pack you off to my hills."
text_transcription: NEIL'S SMILE WAS A PROMISE AND THE LIGHT OF IT WAS INSTANTLY REFLECTED IN THE RUGGED FACE OF THE TRAPPER I RECKON I NEEDN'T ASK THAT WELL I'LL BE SAYING GOOD BY YOU CAN EXPECT ME BACK SOME DAY TO SEE THE MEETING OF THE RAILS FROM EAST AND WEST AND PACK YOU OFF TO MY HILLS
phonemes: nˈiːlz smˈaɪl wʌzɐ pɹˈɑːmɪs, ænd ðə lˈaɪt ʌv ɪt wʌz ˈɪnstəntli ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd ɔnðə ɹˈʌɡᵻd fˈeɪs ʌvðə tɹˈæpɚ. "ɹˈɛkən aɪ nˈiːdənt ˈæskt θˈɛt. wˈæl, aɪl biː sˈeɪɪn ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ.... juː kˈɪn ɛkspˈɛkt mˌiː bˈæk sˌʌm dˈeɪ.... tə sˈiː ðə mˈiːtɪn ʌvðə ɹˈeɪlz fɹʌm ˈiːst æn wˈɛst æn tə pˈæk juː ˈɔf tə maɪ hˈɪlz."