text_original: Casey leaned on his spade while he wiped the sweat from his brow and regarded his ally McDermott. Between them yawned a grave they had been digging and near at hand lay a long, quiet form wrapped in old canvas.
text_transcription: CASEY LEANED ON HIS SPADE WHILE HE WIPED THE SWEAT FROM HIS BROW AND REGARDED HIS ALLY MECDERNOCK BETWEEN THEM YAWNED A GRAVE THEY HAD BEEN DIGGING AND NEAR AT HAND A LONG QUIET FORM WRAPPED IN OLD CANVAS
phonemes: kˈeɪsi lˈiːnd ˌɔn hɪz spˈeɪd wˌaɪl hiː wˈaɪpt ðə swˈɛt fɹʌm hɪz bɹˈaʊ ænd ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdᵻd hɪz ˈælaɪ mək dˈɜːmɑːt. bᵻtwˌiːn ðˌɛm jˈɔːnd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv ðeɪ hɐdbɪn dˈɪɡɪŋ ænd nˌɪɹ æt hˈænd lˈeɪ ɐ lˈɔŋ, kwˈaɪət fˈɔːɹm ɹˈæpt ɪn ˈoʊld kˈænvəs.