text_original: exclaimed Collins. His voice and the pallor of his face and the beads of sweat all proclaimed him new to the U. P. R. "Me boy, nothin's shure whin yez are drillin' with the Paddies." Casey was above surprise and beyond disdain. He was a huge, toil hardened, sun reddened, hard drinking soldier of the railroad, a loquacious Irishman whose fixed grin denied him any gravity, a foreman of his gang.
text_transcription: EXCLAIMED COLLINS HIS VOICE AND THE POWER OF HIS FACE AND THE BEADS OF SWEAT ALL PROCLAIMED HIM NEW TO THE PAL ME BOY NOTHING SURE WHEN YEARS ARE DRILLING WITH THE PATTAGE CASEY WAS ABOVE SURPRISE AND BEYOND DISDAIN HE WAS A HUGE TOYAL HARDENED SUN REDDENED HARD DRINKING SOLDIER OF THE RAILROAD A LOQUACIOUS IRISHMAN WHOSE FIXED GRIN DENIED HIM ANY GRAVITY A FOREMAN OF HIS GAME
phonemes: ɛksklˈeɪmd kˈɑːlᵻnz. hɪz vˈɔɪs ænd ðə pˈælɚɹ ʌv hɪz fˈeɪs ænd ðə bˈiːdz ʌv swˈɛt ˈɔːl pɹəklˈeɪmd hˌɪm nˈuː tə ðə jˈuː. pˈiː. ˈɑːɹ. "mˌiː bˈɔɪ, nˈʌθɪnz ʃjˈʊɹ wˈɪn jˈɛz ɑːɹ dɹˈɪlᵻn wɪððə pˈædɪz." kˈeɪsi wʌz əbˌʌv sɚpɹˈaɪz ænd bᵻjˌɔnd dɪsdˈeɪn. hiː wʌzɐ hjˈuːdʒ, tˈɔɪl hˈɑːɹdənd, sˈʌn ɹˈɛdənd, hˈɑːɹd dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ sˈoʊldʒɚɹ ʌvðə ɹˈeɪlɹoʊd, ɐ ləkwˈeɪʃəs ˈaɪɹɪʃmən hˌuːz fˈɪkst ɡɹˈɪn dᵻnˈaɪd hˌɪm ˌɛni ɡɹˈævᵻɾi, ɐ fˈɔːɹmən ʌv hɪz ɡˈæŋ.