text_original: "What do you suppose is in the air, Jack?" called Mr. Farnum. "I don't know, sir. But whatever it is, we're ready. We can start, on anything, at the drop of a handkerchief. Gasoline tanks full, compressed air by the cubic yard, storage batteries charged." "It would be hard to catch you youngsters unprepared," laughed the shipbuilder, appreciatively.
text_transcription: WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE IS IN THE AIR JACK CALLED MISTER FARNUM I DON'T KNOW SIR BUT WHATEVER IT IS WE'RE READY WE CAN START ON ANYTHING AT THE DROP OF A HANDKERCHIEF GASOLENE TAKES FULL COMPRESSED AIR BY THE KEEPING GUARD STORAGE BATTERIES CHARGE IT WOULD BE HARD TO CATCH YOU YOUNGSTERS UNPREPARED LAUGHING THE SHIP BUILDER APPRECIATIVELY
phonemes: "wˌʌt dˈuː juː səpˈoʊz ɪz ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ, dʒˈæk?" kˈɔːld mˈɪstɚ. fˈɑːɹnəm. "aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ, sˌɜː. bˌʌt wʌtˈɛvɚɹ ɪɾ ˈɪz, wɪɹ ɹˈɛdi. wiː kæn stˈɑːɹt, ˌɔn ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ, æt ðə dɹˈɑːp əvə hˈændkɚtʃˌiːf. ɡˈæsəlˌiːn tˈæŋks fˈʊl, kəmpɹˈɛst ˈɛɹ baɪ ðə kjˈuːbɪk jˈɑːɹd, stˈɔːɹɪdʒ bˈæɾɚɹiz tʃˈɑːɹdʒd." "ɪt wʊd biː hˈɑːɹd tə kˈætʃ juː jˈʌŋstɚz ʌnpɹɪpˈɛɹd," lˈæft ðə ʃˈɪpbɪldɚ, ɐpɹˈiːʃiətˌɪvli.