text_original: "Guess likely I'll sleep out to night," he mused and looked at the pistol he held in his hand. "I don't want that thing slapping against me," he argued; "too darned hot! And there's nothing to use a gun on up on Sentinel.... Oh, well!"
text_transcription: GUESS LIKELY I'LL SLEEP OUT TO NIGHT HE MUSED AND LOOKED AT THE PISTOL HELD IN HIS HAND I DON'T WANT THAT THING SLAPPING AGAINST ME HE ARGUED TOO DARNED HOT AND THERE'S NOTHING TO USE A GUN ON UP ON SENTINEL OH WELL
phonemes: "ɡˈɛs lˈaɪkli aɪl slˈiːp ˈaʊt tə nˈaɪt," hiː mjˈuːzd ænd lˈʊkt æt ðə pˈɪstəl hiː hˈɛld ɪn hɪz hˈænd. "aɪ dˈoʊnt wˈɔnt ðæt θˈɪŋ slˈæpɪŋ ɐɡˈɛnst mˌiː," hiː ˈɑːɹɡjuːd; "tˈuː dˈɑːɹnd hˈɑːt! ænd ðɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ tə jˈuːz ɐ ɡˈʌn ˌɔn ˌʌp ˌɔn sˈɛntɪnəl.... ˈoʊ, wˈɛl!"