text_original: The flume slants down the hill bearing water to the concentrator; buckets unexpectedly swing out from the steep pines into mid air, sailing along their wire to the mill; little new staring shanties appear daily; somebody having trouble in a saloon upsets a lamp, and half the town goes to ashes, while the colonels and Hurry Up Eds carouse over the fireworks till morning. In a short while there are more little shanties than ever, and the burnt district is forgotten.
text_transcription: THE FLUME SLANTS DOWN THE HILL BEARING WATER TO THE CONCENTRATOR BUCKETS UNEXPECTEDLY SWING OUT FROM THE STEEP PINES INTO MID AIR SAILING ALONG THEIR WIRE TO THE MILL LITTLE NEW STARRING SHANTIES APPEAR DAILY SOMEBODY HAVING TROUBLE IN A SALOON UPSETS A LAMP AND HALF THE TOWN GOES TO ASHES WHILE THE KERNELS IN HURRY UP EDS CAROUSE OVER THE FIREWORKS TILL MORNING IN A SHORT WHILE THERE ARE MORE LITTLE SHANTIES THAN EVER AND THE BURNT DISTRICT IS FORGOTTEN
phonemes: ðə flˈuːm slˈænts dˌaʊn ðə hˈɪl bˈɛɹɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚ tə ðə kˈɑːnsəntɹˌeɪɾɚ; bˈʌkɪts ˌʌnɛkspˈɛktᵻdli swˈɪŋ ˈaʊt fɹʌmðə stˈiːp pˈaɪnz ˌɪntʊ mˈɪd ˈɛɹ, sˈeɪlɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ðɛɹ wˈaɪɚ tə ðə mˈɪl; lˈɪɾəl nˈuː stˈɛɹɪŋ ʃˈæntiz ɐpˈɪɹ dˈeɪli; sˈʌmbɑːdi hˌævɪŋ tɹˈʌbəl ɪn ɐ sɐlˈuːn ʌpsˈɛts ɐ lˈæmp, ænd hˈæf ðə tˈaʊn ɡoʊz tʊ ˈæʃᵻz, wˌaɪl ðə kˈɜːnəlz ænd hˈɜːɹi ˌʌp ˈɛdz kɚɹˈaʊz ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈaɪɚwɜːks tˈɪl mˈɔːɹnɪŋ. ɪn ɐ ʃˈɔːɹt wˌaɪl ðɛɹˌɑːɹ mˈɔːɹ lˈɪɾəl ʃˈæntiz ðɐn ˈɛvɚ, ænd ðə bˈɜːnt dˈɪstɹɪkt ɪz fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩.