text_original: Only the low hum of voices came up. "Larry, I must tell you," whispered Allie. "Durade and his gang are after me. Fresno  Mull  Black  Dayss  you know them?" "I  reckon," he replied, swallowing hard.
text_transcription: ONLY THE LOW HUM OF VOICES CAME UP LARRY I MUST TELL YOU WHISPERED ALLAN DERAYED IN HIS GANG OR AFTERNOON PRESENTLY MORE BLACK DAYS YOU KNOW THEM I RECKON HE REPLIED SWALLOWING MUD
phonemes: ˈoʊnli ðə lˈoʊ hˈʌm ʌv vˈɔɪsᵻz kˈeɪm ˈʌp. "lˈæɹi, aɪ mˈʌst tˈɛl juː," wˈɪspɚd ˈæli. "dˈʊɹɹeɪd ænd hɪz ɡˈæŋ ɑːɹ ˈæftɚ mˌiː. fɹˈɛsnoʊ mˈʌl blˈæk dˈeɪs juː nˈoʊ ðˌɛm?" "aɪ ɹˈɛkən," hiː ɹᵻplˈaɪd, swˈɔloʊɪŋ hˈɑːɹd.