text_original: "He's there, all right," said Breem, in a peculiar tone. "I ain't overmuch given to advising prowling round folks' houses, but you fellows just look in yonder." 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.
text_transcription: HE'S THERE ALL RIGHT SAID BRIM IN A PECULIAR TONE I AIN'T OVER MUCH GIVEN TO ADVISE IN PROWLIN ROUND FOLKS HOUSES BUT YOU FELLERS JUST LOOKING YONDER 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
phonemes: "hiːz ðˈɛɹ, ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt," sˈɛd bɹˈiːm, ɪn ɐ pɪkjˈuːlɪɹ tˈoʊn. "aɪ ˈeɪnt ˌoʊvɚmˈʌtʃ ɡˈɪvən tʊ ɐdvˈaɪzɪŋ pɹˈaʊlɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd fˈoʊks hˈaʊzᵻz, bˌʌt juː fˈɛloʊz dʒˈʌst lˈʊk ɪn jˈɑːndɚ." 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.