text_original: "By George!" said Skid Thomson, "that's right! Where is the critter?" "Skipped!" said Bill Bates, sententiously, after a quick search had been made. "It's all plain enough now. I never liked the close fisted critter." "Nor I, either!" growled Skid. "Never chipped in with the boys, but was laying low just the same."
text_transcription: BY GEORGE SAID SKID THOMPSON THAT'S RIGHT WHERE IS THE CRITTER SKIPPED SAID BILL BATES SENTENTIOUSLY AFTER A QUICK SEARCH HAD BEEN MADE IT'S ALL PLAIN ENOUGH NOW I NEVER LIKED THE CLOSE FISTED CRITTER NOR I EITHER GROWLED SKID NEVER CHIPPED IN WITH THE BOYS BUT WAS LAYIN LOW JUST THE SAME
phonemes: "baɪ dʒˈɔːɹdʒ!" sˈɛd skˈɪd tˈɑːmsən, "ðæts ɹˈaɪt! wˌɛɹ ɪz ðə kɹˈɪɾɚ?" "skˈɪpt!" sˈɛd bˈɪl bˈeɪts, sɛntˈɛnʃəsli, ˈæftɚɹ ɐ kwˈɪk sˈɜːtʃ hɐdbɪn mˈeɪd. "ɪts ˈɔːl plˈeɪn ɪnˈʌf nˈaʊ. aɪ nˈɛvɚ lˈaɪkt ðə klˈoʊs fˈɪstᵻd kɹˈɪɾɚ." "nˈɔːɹ ˈaɪ, ˈiːðɚ!" ɡɹˈaʊld skˈɪd. "nˈɛvɚ tʃˈɪpt ɪn wɪððə bˈɔɪz, bˌʌt wʌz lˈeɪɪŋ lˈoʊ dʒˈʌst ðə sˈeɪm."