text_original: "Will you both go over them with me?" inquired Neale. "What's the use?" returned Coffee, disgustedly. "Neale, you're thick headed." "Yes, I guess so," rejoined Neale, constrainedly. "That's why General Lodge sent me up here  over your clear heads." No retort was forthcoming from the two disgruntled engineers. Neale went into the tent and drew a seat up to the table. He wanted to be alone  to study his plans  to think about the whole matter.
text_transcription: WILL YOU BOTH GO OVER THEM WITH ME INQUIRED NEIL WHAT'S THE USE RETURNED COFFEE DISGUSTINGLY NEIL YOU'RE THICK HEADED YES I GUESS SO REJOINED NEIL CONSTRAINEDLY THAT'S WHY GENERAL LODGE SENT ME UP HERE OVER YOUR CLEAR HEADS NO RETORT WAS FORTHCOMING FROM THE TWO DISGRUMBLED ENGINEERS NEIL WENT INTO THE TENT AND DREW A SEAT UP TO THE TABLE HE WANTED TO BE ALONE TO STUDY HIS PLANS TO THINK ABOUT THE WHOLE MATTER
phonemes: "wɪl juː bˈoʊθ ɡˌoʊ ˈoʊvɚ ðˌɛm wɪð mˌiː?" ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd nˈiːl. "wˌʌts ðə jˈuːs?" ɹᵻtˈɜːnd kˈɔfi, dɪsɡˈʌstᵻdli. "nˈiːl, jʊɹ θˈɪk hˈɛdᵻd." "jˈɛs, aɪ ɡˈɛs sˈoʊ," ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪnd nˈiːl, kənstɹˈeɪnᵻdli. "ðæts wˌaɪ dʒˈɛnɚɹəl lˈɑːdʒ sˈɛnt mˌiː ˌʌp hˈɪɹ ˌoʊvɚ jʊɹ klˈɪɹ hˈɛdz." nˈoʊ ɹᵻtˈɔːɹt wʌz fˈɔːɹθkʌmɪŋ fɹʌmðə tˈuː dɪsɡɹˈʌntəld ˌɛndʒɪnˈɪɹz. nˈiːl wɛnt ˌɪntʊ ðə tˈɛnt ænd dɹˈuː ɐ sˈiːt ˌʌp tə ðə tˈeɪbəl. hiː wˈɔntᵻd təbi ɐlˈoʊn tə stˈʌdi hɪz plˈænz tə θˈɪŋk ɐbˌaʊt ðə hˈoʊl mˈæɾɚ.