text_original: But that's nothing. I hope I always have it." "Wal, I don't.... An', son, you ain't never goin' back to drink an' cards an' all thet hell?... Not now!" 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.
text_transcription: BUT THAT'S NOTHING I HOPE I ALWAYS HAVE IT WELL I DON'T AND SON YOU AIN'T NEVER GOING BACK TO DRINKIN CARD ALL THAT HE HILL NOT NOW 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
phonemes: bˌʌt ðæts nˈʌθɪŋ. aɪ hˈoʊp aɪ ˈɔːlweɪz hˈæv ɪt." "wˈæl, aɪ dˈoʊnt.... æn, sˈʌn, juː ˈeɪnt nˈɛvɚ ɡˌoʊɪn bˈæk tə dɹˈɪŋk æn kˈɑːɹdz æn ˈɔːl θˈɛt hˈɛl?... nˌɑːt nˈaʊ!" nˈiːlz smˈaɪl wʌzɐ pɹˈɑːmɪs, ænd ðə lˈaɪt ʌv ɪt wʌz ˈɪnstəntli ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd ɔnðə ɹˈʌɡᵻd fˈeɪs ʌvðə tɹˈæpɚ. "ɹˈɛkən aɪ nˈiːdənt ˈæskt θˈɛt.