text_original: "Mr. Major, you've about broke me," yelled Mr. Jacobs. Then came a volley of adjectives. "I can't make things out at all. Upon my soul, I don't know that I didn't ought to appeal to the stewards."
text_transcription: MISTER MAJOR YOU'VE ABOUT BROKE ME YELLED MISTER JACOBS THEN CAME A VOLLEY OF ADJECTIVES I CAN'T MAKE THINGS OUT AT ALL UPON MY SOUL I DON'T KNOW THAT I DIDN'T OUGHT TO APPEAL TO THE STEWARDS
phonemes: "mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪdʒɚ, juːv ɐbˌaʊt bɹˈoʊk mˌiː," jˈɛld mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈeɪkəbz. ðˈɛn kˈeɪm ɐ vˈɑːli ʌv ˈædʒɪktˌɪvz. "aɪ kˈænt mˌeɪk θˈɪŋz ˈaʊt æɾ ˈɔːl. əpˌɑːn maɪ sˈoʊl, aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ ðæt aɪ dˈɪdnt ˈɔːt tʊ ɐpˈiːl tə ðə stˈuːɚdz."