text_original: "Three hundred thousand dollars sunk in that quicksand hole!" he thundered. "Over and over again! That's what galls me. Work done over and over  unnecessary  worse than useless  all for dirty gold! Not for the railroad, but for gold!... God! what a band of robbers we've dealt with!... Lodge, why in hell didn't you send Neale out here at the start?" A shadow lay dark in the chiefs lined face.
text_transcription: THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS SUNK IN THAT QUICKSAND HOLE HE THUNDERED OVER AND OVER AGAIN THAT'S WHAT GALLS ME WE'RE DONE OVER AND OVER UNNECESSARY MERCE AND USELESS ALL FOR DIRTY GOLD NOT FOR THE RAILROAD BUT FOR GOLD GOD WHAT A BAND OF ROBBERS WE DEALT WITH LARGE WINE HELL DIDN'T YOU SEND NEIL OUT HERE AT THE START A SHADOW LAY DARK IN THE CHIEF'S BLIND FACE
phonemes: "θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd θˈaʊzənd dˈɑːlɚz sˈʌŋk ɪn ðæt kwˈɪksænd hˈoʊl!" hiː θˈʌndɚd. "ˌoʊvɚɹ ænd ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn! ðæts wʌt ɡˈɔːlz mˌiː. wˈɜːk dˈʌn ˌoʊvɚ ænd ˌoʊvɚɹ ʌnnˈɛsᵻsɚɹi wˈɜːs ðɐn jˈuːsləs ˈɔːl fɔːɹ dˈɜːɾi ɡˈoʊld! nˌɑːt fɚðə ɹˈeɪlɹoʊd, bˌʌt fɔːɹ ɡˈoʊld!... ɡˈɑːd! wˌʌt ɐ bˈænd ʌv ɹˈɑːbɚz wiːv dˈɛlt wɪð!... lˈɑːdʒ, wˌaɪ ɪn hˈɛl dˈɪdnt juː sˈɛnd nˈiːl ˈaʊt hˈɪɹ æt ðə stˈɑːɹt?" ɐ ʃˈædoʊ lˈeɪ dˈɑːɹk ɪnðə tʃˈiːfs lˈaɪnd fˈeɪs.