text_original: Casey and his comrades jumped off. A little group of men awaited them. The operator, a young fellow named Collins, was known to Casey. He stood among the troopers, pale faced and shaking. "Casey, who's in charge of the train?" he asked, nervously.
text_transcription: CASEY AND HIS COMRADES JUMPED OFF A LITTLE GROUP OF MEN AWAITED THEM THE OPERATOR A YOUNG FELLOW NAMED COLLINS WAS KNOWN TO CASEY HE STOOD AMONG THE TROOPERS PALE FACED AND SHAKING CASEY WHO'S IN CHARGE OF THE TRAIN HE ASKED NERVOUSLY
phonemes: kˈeɪsi ænd hɪz kˈɑːmɹædz dʒˈʌmpt ˈɔf. ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɡɹˈuːp ʌv mˈɛn ɐwˈeɪɾᵻd ðˌɛm. ðɪ ˈɑːpɚɹˌeɪɾɚ, ɐ jˈʌŋ fˈɛloʊ nˈeɪmd kˈɑːlᵻnz, wʌz nˈoʊn tə kˈeɪsi. hiː stˈʊd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə tɹˈuːpɚz, pˈeɪl fˈeɪsd ænd ʃˈeɪkɪŋ. "kˈeɪsi, hˌuːz ɪn tʃˈɑːɹdʒ ʌvðə tɹˈeɪn?" hiː ˈæskt, nˈɜːvəsli.