text_original: "Dreadful cold shack, though!" muttered Bates, conveying a quarter of a griddlecake to his mouth. "That's just it," said Pose, scowling. "Just let a stiff nip of winter come, and the woman yonder and the little critter, they'd freeze, that's what they'd do, in that old rattletrap." The men looked at one another in solemn assent.
text_transcription: DREADFUL COLD SHACK THOUGH MUTTERED BATES CONVEYING A QUARTER OF A GRIDDLE CAKE TO HIS MOUTH THAT'S JUST IT SAID POSE SCOWLING JUST LET A STIFF NIP WINTER COME AND THE WOMAN YONDER AND THE LITTLE CRITTER THEY'D FREEZE THAT'S WHAT THEY DO IN THAT OLD RATTLE TRAP THE MEN LOOKED AT ONE ANOTHER IN SOLEMN ASSENT
phonemes: "dɹˈɛdfəl kˈoʊld ʃˈæk, ðˌoʊ!" mˈʌɾɚd bˈeɪts, kənvˈeɪɪŋ ɐ kwˈɔːɹɾɚɹ əvə ɡɹˈɪdəlkˌeɪk tə hɪz mˈaʊθ. "ðæts dʒˈʌst ɪt," sˈɛd pˈoʊz, skˈaʊlɪŋ. "dʒˈʌst lˈɛt ɐ stˈɪf nˈɪp ʌv wˈɪntɚ kˈʌm, ænd ðə wˈʊmən jˈɑːndɚ ænd ðə lˈɪɾəl kɹˈɪɾɚ, ðeɪd fɹˈiːz, ðæts wʌt ðeɪd dˈuː, ɪn ðæt ˈoʊld ɹˈæɾəltɹˌæp." ðə mˈɛn lˈʊkt æt wˈʌn ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ɪn sˈɑːləm ɐsˈɛnt.