text_original: His comrade, Pat, wiped floods of sweat from his scarlet face. "I'll be domned if ye ain't a son of a gun fer worrk!" he complained. "Pat, we've been given the honor of pace makers. They've got to keep up with us.
text_transcription: HIS COMRADE PAT WIPED FLOODS OF SWEAT FROM HIS SCARLET FACE I'LL BE DAMNED IF YE AIN'T A SON OF A GUN FOR WEIK HE COMPLAINED PAD WE'D BEEN GIVING THE HONOR OF PACEMAKERS THEY'D GOT TO KEEP UP WITH US
phonemes: hɪz kˈɑːmɹæd, pˈæt, wˈaɪpt flˈʌdz ʌv swˈɛt fɹʌm hɪz skˈɑːɹlɪt fˈeɪs. "aɪl biː dˈɑːmd ɪf jiː ˈeɪnt ɐ sˈʌn əvə ɡˈʌn fˈɜː wˈʌək!" hiː kəmplˈeɪnd. "pˈæt, wiːv bˌɪn ɡˈɪvən ðɪ ˈɑːnɚɹ ʌv pˈeɪs mˈeɪkɚz. ðeɪv ɡɑːt tə kˈiːp ˈʌp wɪð ˌʌs.