text_original: Oh, well!" He threw the holster upon his bunk and dropped the automatic into the pack he was rolling. "I'll take it along. Might meet up with a rattler." He brushed the sandy hair from his wet forehead and straightened to his full six feet of slender height before he slipped the straps of his pack about his shoulders. And a broad grin made pleasant lines about his gray eyes as he realized the boyish curiosity that was driving him to a stiff climb in the heat of the day.
text_transcription: OH WELL HE THREW THE HOLSTER UPON HIS BUNK AND DROPPED THE AUTOMATIC INTO THE PACK HE WAS ROLLING I'LL TAKE IT ALONG MIGHT MEET UP WITH A RATTLER HE BRUSHED THE SANDY HAIR FROM HIS WET FOREHEAD AND STRAIGHTENED TO HIS FULL SIX FEET OF SLENDER HEIGHT BEFORE HE SLIPPED THE STRAPS OF HIS PACK ABOUT HIS SHOULDERS AND A BROAD GRIN MADE PLEASANT LINES ABOUT HIS GRAY EYES AS HE REALIZED THE BOYISH CURIOSITY THAT WAS DRIVING HIM TO A STIFF CLIMB IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY
phonemes: ˈoʊ, wˈɛl!" hiː θɹˈuː ðə hˈoʊlstɚɹ əpˌɑːn hɪz bˈʌŋk ænd dɹˈɑːpt ðɪ ˌɔːɾəmˈæɾɪk ˌɪntʊ ðə pˈæk hiː wʌz ɹˈoʊlɪŋ. "aɪl tˈeɪk ɪɾ ɐlˈɔŋ. mˌaɪt mˈiːt ˌʌp wɪð ɐ ɹˈætlɚ." hiː bɹˈʌʃt ðə sˈændi hˈɛɹ fɹʌm hɪz wˈɛt fˈɔːɹhɛd ænd stɹˈeɪtənd tə hɪz fˈʊl sˈɪks fˈiːt ʌv slˈɛndɚ hˈaɪt bᵻfˌɔːɹ hiː slˈɪpt ðə stɹˈæps ʌv hɪz pˈæk ɐbˌaʊt hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz. ænd ɐ bɹˈɔːd ɡɹˈɪn mˌeɪd plˈɛzənt lˈaɪnz ɐbˌaʊt hɪz ɡɹˈeɪ ˈaɪz æz hiː ɹˈiːəlaɪzd ðə bˈɔɪɪʃ kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi ðæt wʌz dɹˈaɪvɪŋ hˌɪm tʊ ɐ stˈɪf klˈaɪm ɪnðə hˈiːt ʌvðə dˈeɪ.