text_original: He never glanced back at the Sioux. They had failed in their first effort at ambushing the cut, and Casey knew the troops would prevent a second attempt. Casey faced ahead. The whistle of wind filled his ears, the dry, sweet odor of the desert filled his nostrils.
text_transcription: HE NEVER GLANCED BACK AT THE SIOUX THEY HAD FAILED IN THEIR FIRST EFFORT AT AMBUSHING THE CUT IN CASEY KNEW THE TROOPS WOULD PREVENT A SECOND ATTEMPT CASEY FACED AHEAD THE WHISTLE OF WIND FILLED HIS EARS THE DRY SWEET ODOR OF THE DESERT FILLED HIS NOSTRILS
phonemes: hiː nˈɛvɚ ɡlˈænst bˈæk æt ðə sˈuː. ðeɪ hæd fˈeɪld ɪn ðɛɹ fˈɜːst ˈɛfɚt æɾ ˈæmbʊʃɪŋ ðə kˈʌt, ænd kˈeɪsi nˈuː ðə tɹˈuːps wʊd pɹɪvˈɛnt ɐ sˈɛkənd ɐtˈɛmpt. kˈeɪsi fˈeɪsd ɐhˈɛd. ðə wˈɪsəl ʌv wˈɪnd fˈɪld hɪz ˈɪɹz, ðə dɹˈaɪ, swˈiːt ˈoʊdɚɹ ʌvðə dˈɛzɚt fˈɪld hɪz nˈɑːstɹəlz.