text_original: "Runs just as smoothly, sir, at sixty miles an hour," replied the man. "When we get a little further out, you can us some of that," smiled Mr. Farnum, contentedly. "I will, sir." "You boys afraid to go at sixty miles an hour?" asked the shipbuilder, turning to face those in the tonneau.
text_transcription: JUST AS SMOOTHLY SIR AT SIXTY MILES AN HOUR REPLIED THE MAN WHEN WE GET A LITTLE FURTHER OUT YOU CAN USE SOME OF THAT SMILED MISTER FARM CONTENTEDLY I WILL SIR YOU BOYS AFRAID TO GO AT SIXTY MILES AN HOUR ASKED THE SHIPBUILDER TURNING HIS FACE TO THOSE IN THE TONNEAU
phonemes: "ɹˈʌnz dʒˈʌst æz smˈuːðli, sˌɜː, æt sˈɪksti mˈaɪlz ɐn ˈaʊɚ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə mˈæn. "wˌɛn wiː ɡɛt ɐ lˈɪɾəl fˈɜːðɚɹ ˈaʊt, juː kæn ˌʌs sˌʌm ʌv ðˈæt," smˈaɪld mˈɪstɚ. fˈɑːɹnəm, kəntˈɛntᵻdli. "aɪ wˈɪl, sˌɜː." "juː bˈɔɪz ɐfɹˈeɪd tə ɡˌoʊ æt sˈɪksti mˈaɪlz ɐn ˈaʊɚ?" ˈæskt ðə ʃˈɪpbɪldɚ, tˈɜːnɪŋ tə fˈeɪs ðoʊz ɪnðə tˈʌnoʊ.