text_original: "Maybe we'll catch him. Up to Fat Pine two years ago," began Breem, reminiscently, "Big Donovan had a horse stole. They caught the fellow." "Yes, I remember," said Skid Thomson. "I was there. We caught him up north." The men nodded understandingly and approvingly.
text_transcription: MEBBE WE'LL CATCH HIM UP TO FAT PINE TWO YEARS AGO BEGAN BRIM REMINISCENTLY BIG DONOVAN HAD STOLE A HORSE THEY CAUGHT THE FELLOW YE I REMEMBER SAID SKID THOMPSON I WAS THERE WE CAUGHT HIM UP NORTH THE MEN NODDED UNDERSTANDINGLY AND APPROVINGLY
phonemes: "mˈeɪbiː wiːl kˈætʃ hˌɪm. ˌʌp tə fˈæt pˈaɪn tˈuː jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ," bɪɡˈæn bɹˈiːm, ɹˌɛmᵻnˈɪsəntli, "bˈɪɡ dˈɑːnəvˌæn hæd ɐ hˈɔːɹs stˈoʊl. ðeɪ kˈɔːt ðə fˈɛloʊ." "jˈɛs, aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ," sˈɛd skˈɪd tˈɑːmsən. "aɪ wʌz ðˈɛɹ. wiː kˈɔːt hˌɪm ˌʌp nˈɔːɹθ." ðə mˈɛn nˈɑːdᵻd ˌʌndɚstˈændɪŋli ænd ɐpɹˈuːvɪŋli.