text_original: Several men sat on camp chairs round a table. One of them got up and stepped out. "Where's Blake and Coffee?" inquired Neale. "I'm Blake," was the reply, "and there's Coffee. Are you Mr. Neale?" "Yes."
text_transcription: SEVERAL MEN SAT ON CAMP CHAIRS ROUND A TABLE ONE OF THEM GOT UP AND STEPPED OUT WHERE'S BLAKE AND COFFEE INQUIRED NEIL I'M BLAKE WAS THE REPLY AND THERE'S COFFEE ARE YOU MISTER NEIL YES
phonemes: sˈɛvɹəl mˈɛn sˈæt ˌɔn kˈæmp tʃˈɛɹz ɹˈaʊnd ɐ tˈeɪbəl. wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm ɡɑːt ˌʌp ænd stˈɛpt ˈaʊt. "wˌɛɹz blˈeɪk ænd kˈɔfi?" ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd nˈiːl. "aɪm blˈeɪk," wʌzðə ɹᵻplˈaɪ, "ænd ðɛɹz kˈɔfi. ɑːɹ juː mˈɪstɚ. nˈiːl?" "jˈɛs."