text_original: "No, I've seen no ghost," said Breem slowly, still staring. "Look here, Skid!" Thomson looked into the stall, and nearly dropped the measure. "By George, Pose!" he said. "By  George!" The news flew over the camp like wildfire. Posey Breem's red roan, the best horse in the camp, had been stolen!
text_transcription: NO I'VE SEEN NO GHOST SAID BRIM SLOWLY STILL STARING LOOK HERE SKID THOMPSON LOOKED INTO THE STALL AND NEARLY DROPPED THE MEASURE BY GEORGE POSE HE SAID BY GEORGE THE NEWS FLEW OVER THE CAMP LIKE WILDFIRE POSEY BREAM'S RED ROAN THE BEST HORSE IN THE CAMP HAD BEEN STOLEN
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, aɪv sˈiːn nˈoʊ ɡˈoʊst," sˈɛd bɹˈiːm slˈoʊli, stˈɪl stˈɛɹɪŋ. "lˈʊk hˈɪɹ, skˈɪd!" tˈɑːmsən lˈʊkt ˌɪntʊ ðə stˈɔːl, ænd nˌɪɹli dɹˈɑːpt ðə mˈɛʒɚ. "baɪ dʒˈɔːɹdʒ, pˈoʊz!" hiː sˈɛd. "baɪ dʒˈɔːɹdʒ!" ðə nˈuːz flˈuː ˌoʊvɚ ðə kˈæmp lˈaɪk wˈaɪldfaɪɚ. pˈoʊsi bɹˈiːmz ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊn, ðə bˈɛst hˈɔːɹs ɪnðə kˈæmp, hɐdbɪn stˈoʊlən!