text_original: Silently and sullenly the men filed in to breakfast. In a lumberman's eyes hardly a crime could exceed that of horse stealing. "What I want to know is," said Breem, as he glanced sharply round the long room of the camp, "what's become of that yellow haired jay  Bennett?"
text_transcription: SILENTLY AND SULLENLY THE MEN FILED IN TO BREAKFAST AND A LUMBERMAN'S EYES HARDLY A CRIME COULD EXCEED THAT OF HORSE STEALING WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS SAID BRIM AS HE GLANCED SHARPLY ROUND THE LONG ROOM OF THE CAMP WHAT'S BECOME OF THAT YELLOW HAIRED JAY BENNETT
phonemes: sˈaɪləntli ænd sˈʌlənli ðə mˈɛn fˈaɪld ɪn tə bɹˈɛkfəst. ɪn ɐ lˈʌmbɚmənz ˈaɪz hˈɑːɹdli ɐ kɹˈaɪm kʊd ɛksˈiːd ðæt ʌv hˈɔːɹs stˈiːlɪŋ. "wˌʌt aɪ wˈɔnt tə nˈoʊ ɪz," sˈɛd bɹˈiːm, æz hiː ɡlˈænst ʃˈɑːɹpli ɹˈaʊnd ðə lˈɔŋ ɹˈuːm ʌvðə kˈæmp, "wˌʌts bɪkˌʌm ʌv ðæt jˈɛloʊ hˈɛɹd dʒˈeɪ bˈɛnɪt?"