text_original: Ben Greenway retired a little, leaning against the rail. "An' this is his crew?" he muttered; "a lot o' unkempt wild beasts, it strikes me. Mayhap he has gathered them togither to convert their souls, an' he is about to preach his first sermon to them."
text_transcription: BEN GREENWAY RETIRED A LITTLE LEANING AGAINST THE RAIL AND THIS IS HIS CREW HE MUTTERED A LOT OF UNKEMPT WILD BEASTS IT STRIKES ME MAYHAP HE HAS GATHERED THEM TOGETHER TO CONVERT THEIR SOULS AND HE IS ABOUT TO PREACH HIS FIRST SERMON TO THEM
phonemes: bˈɛn ɡɹˈiːnweɪ ɹᵻtˈaɪɚd ɐ lˈɪɾəl, lˈiːnɪŋ ɐɡˈɛnst ðə ɹˈeɪl. "æn ðɪs ɪz hɪz kɹˈuː?" hiː mˈʌɾɚd; "ɐ lˈɑːt ˈoʊ ʌŋkˈɛmpt wˈaɪld bˈiːsts, ɪt stɹˈaɪks mˌiː. mˈeɪhæp hiː hɐz ɡˈæðɚd ðˌɛm tˈɑːdʒɪðɚ tə kənvˈɜːt ðɛɹ sˈoʊlz, æn hiː ɪz ɐbˌaʊt tə pɹˈiːtʃ hɪz fˈɜːst sˈɜːmən tə ðˌɛm."