text_original: He jerked his head toward the shack. And a line of big, rough looking men filed into the little illumined space, to come back presently silent and subdued. "Now let's go home," said Breem, turning his horse toward camp. "And your horse, Pose?" questioned Bates.
text_transcription: HE JERKED HIS HEAD TOWARD THE SHACK AND A LINE OF BIG ROUGH LOOKING MEN FILED INTO THE LITTLE ILLUMINATED SPACE TO COME BACK PRESENTLY SILENT AND SUBDUED NOW LET'S GO HOME SAID BRIM TURNING HIS HOARD TOWARDS CAMP AND YOUR HORSE POSE QUESTIONED BATES
phonemes: hiː dʒˈɜːkt hɪz hˈɛd təwˈɔːɹd ðə ʃˈæk. ænd ɐ lˈaɪn ʌv bˈɪɡ, ɹˈʌf lˈʊkɪŋ mˈɛn fˈaɪld ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈɪɾəl ɪlˈuːmɪnd spˈeɪs, tə kˈʌm bˈæk pɹˈɛzəntli sˈaɪlənt ænd sʌbdˈuːd. "nˈaʊ lˈɛts ɡˌoʊ hˈoʊm," sˈɛd bɹˈiːm, tˈɜːnɪŋ hɪz hˈɔːɹs təwˈɔːɹd kˈæmp. "ænd jʊɹ hˈɔːɹs, pˈoʊz?" kwˈɛstʃənd bˈeɪts.