text_original: It was evening when the men stopped a few rods below the shack. A light shone out from a window, lighting up a little space in the sombre woods. "The fellow's got pals prob'bly," said Posey Breem. "You wait here while I do a little scouting."
text_transcription: IT WAS EVENING WHEN THE MEN STOPPED A FEW ROADS BELOW THE SHACK A LIGHT SHONE OUT FROM A WINDOW LIGHTING UP A LITTLE SPACE IN THE SOMBRE WOODS THE FELLOW'S GOT PILES PROB'LY SAID POSEY BREAM YOU WAIT HERE WHILE I DO A LITTLE SCOUTING
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ˈiːvnɪŋ wɛn ðə mˈɛn stˈɑːpt ɐ fjˈuː ɹˈɑːdz bᵻlˌoʊ ðə ʃˈæk. ɐ lˈaɪt ʃˈɑːn ˈaʊt fɹʌm ɐ wˈɪndoʊ, lˈaɪɾɪŋ ˌʌp ɐ lˈɪɾəl spˈeɪs ɪnðə sˈɑːmbɚ wˈʊdz. "ðə fˈɛloʊz ɡɑːt pˈælz pɹˈɑːbbli," sˈɛd pˈoʊsi bɹˈiːm. "juː wˈeɪt hˈɪɹ wˌaɪl aɪ dˈuː ɐ lˈɪɾəl skˈaʊɾɪŋ."