text_original: Breem waited a little, twirling his cap, but receiving a sharp thump from Thomson, went on: "The boys, pard, are anxious about the little critter. They're kind of hankering, pard, and, mum, if you are willin', and ain't 'fraid to trust her with us, why, we'd be mighty glad to tote her  just for a few minutes  over to camp.
text_transcription: BRIM WAITED A LITTLE TWIRLING HIS CAP BUT RECEIVING A SHARP THUMP FROM THOMPSON WENT ON THE BOY'S PARD ARE ANXIOUS ABOUT THE LITTLE CRITTER THE KIND OF HANKERING PARD AN MUM IF YOU'RE WILLIN AND AIN'T FRAID TO TRUST HER WITH US WHY WE BE MIGHTY GLAD TO TOAD HER JUST FOR A FEW MINUTES OVER TO CAMP
phonemes: bɹˈiːm wˈeɪɾᵻd ɐ lˈɪɾəl, twˈɜːlɪŋ hɪz kˈæp, bˌʌt ɹᵻsˈiːvɪŋ ɐ ʃˈɑːɹp θˈʌmp fɹʌm tˈɑːmsən, wɛnt ˈɔn: "ðə bˈɔɪz, pˈɑːɹd, ɑːɹ ˈæŋʃəs ɐbˌaʊt ðə lˈɪɾəl kɹˈɪɾɚ. ðeɪɚ kˈaɪnd ʌv hˈæŋkɚɹɪŋ, pˈɑːɹd, ænd, mˈʌm, ɪf juː ɑːɹ wˈɪlᵻn, ænd ˈeɪnt fɹˈeɪd tə tɹˈʌst hɜː wɪð ˌʌs, wˈaɪ, wiːd biː mˈaɪɾi ɡlˈæd tə tˈoʊt hɜː dʒˈʌst fɚɹə fjˈuː mˈɪnɪts ˌoʊvɚ tə kˈæmp.