He said he saw me in a crowd at the Texas Tech Little International & Feeder’s Day event in December 1959. I was a sophomore at Tarleton State (Jr.) College, in Stephenville, Texas and had come with a group of friends to Lubbock for the weekend. The next time I was in Lubbock was to begin my junior year at Texas Technological College, September 1960. The second time he saw me was in Tech’s Student Union Building and asked a friend, “Who is that girl?”
    That summer, after his freshman year at Tech, Burney got a job on the L7 Ranch in Crosbyton, Texas. He worked with Shorty Sanderson, doing regular ranch work, fencing, working cattle, and artificial insemination of broodmares. Upon his return to Tech in the fall of 1960, Burney got a job managing an Appaloosa farm out west of town. It was at this time when he and I actually met and began our companionship and later our life together.
    On November 16, 1960, the same friend, whom Burney originally asked about me in 1959, wanted me to go with a bunch of Tech cowboys and cowgirls to a horse farm out west of town. When I walked in the house I smelled cooking. Burney was sitting at the table eating hotdogs, chili, and beans. He had on a faded blue Levi shirt and 501's. The next thing I knew, I was washing dishes.  Burney called me amusing names like Sheepherder (shortened later to “Herder”), Butch, and Skillet. As you see, he always gave people nicknames.
    That year Burney would shoe the farm’s horses. Many of his friends would bring their horse, a hand-full of nails, a couple of shoes and lots of conversation.  He would ride a horse from the farm, approximately 8 miles, to the campus. He'd tie them, or turn them out, in the corral at the Tech horse barn then go to class.  This gave him an opportunity to exercise the horses and give them a good “work-out." Later he would drive to my dorm, bringing his dog, Ringo, in the front seat of “Thumps,” (his 1950 Ford truck,) to fetch me. I knew when he arrived because I heard a loud whistle. All three of us would load up in “Thumps” and go to the Hi-D-Ho Drive-In. The doors of the truck would sometimes fly open when we went around a corner and if you tried to lower the windows, they would fall down inside the door panel of the truck.  When school was out that spring, Burney returned to the oilfield in Artesia, New Mexico, to make money for the next school year.
    Returning to Tech in the fall of 1961, Burney began a job with Valton Cox, DVM, of Cox Animal Clinic. He worked for one dollar an hour doing all sorts of things at the clinic. His duties were cleaning dog cages, admitting little kittens, assisting in surgery and shoeing horses which had come into the clinic to be treated by one of the veterinarians on staff.  After work, Burney would come pick me up at the dorm and we would go to Dr. Cox’s farm to change the irrigation tubes, or go to a farmer’s field to stack feed. My brother-in-law was manager of the Meat’s Lab on campus, and for awhile, Burney would clean the lab after it closed.  I always helped him, so it was a shared job for me as well. (I didn’t get paid!)
    At Tech, Burney’s favorite classes were anatomy and physiology, taught by Dr. Fred Harbaugh, the college veterinarian. Dr. Harbaugh made detailed colored chalk drawings of the equine skeleton and muscles, frequently using O.R. Adams’ text, Lameness in Horses. During this instruction, he often referred to Dr. James Coffman’s published materials dealing with lower leg lameness. This inspired Burney to become interested in lameness, corrective shoeing, and to compare the horse’s hoof with the human fingernail. These comparisons became Burney’s trademark for his slide presentations and seminars. Also, when horses would come to the clinic, Dr. Harbaugh would call Burney to shoe them. He continued to shoe horses for Tech for the next twenty years.
    In 1961, Burney started a part-time horseshoeing business with a fellow Tech student, Clayto Friend, from Ozona, Texas.  The next year Clayto graduated and moved to San Angelo, leaving Burney to continue the shoeing business alone. During this time, George Platt, DVM, came to work for Dr. Cox. Also working at Cox Animal Clinic was Dr. Eugene Schneider who eventually moved to Colorado, then to Kansas State University. Burney would still do most of the horseshoeing for the clinic or would go with Dr. Platt on calls.  It was around this time that Dr. Ed Murray began his practice in Spur, Texas. These friends would get together; spend many hours and nights in George’s garage, dissecting hooves and legs. Eugene, George, and Ed “doctored” the horses, and Burney did the shoeing. It was through this working relationship that Burney and Dr. Platt unified their research on laminitis. Later they presented a paper, the first farrier/veterinarian presentation, and published it in the American Association of Equine Practioner's Proceedings.
    In June 1963, I graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree (from Texas Technological College), then on August 31st, at the Harral Family Ranch in Pecos County, Burney and I were married.  It wasn’t until 1966 that Burney completed his classes and graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in Animal Science (TTC).
    The next year, Brandon was born and we purchased our original five acres of land South of Lubbock, where we established Horseman’s Corner Stables and our horseshoeing business. Burney would send me to get shoes at Farmer’s Corner and also a small store (in an old house) where an old man sat all day braiding whips and selling Phoenix extra, extra light  horseshoes, Capewell nails and Diamond tools. I remember the shoes had long heels and Burney had to cut them off to fit the foot. He used bolt cutters to accomplish this.
    It wasn’t long after that, Phoenix stopped making shoes so we had to find another source. We decided it would be more economical for us to order shoes, shipped directly to our house from Multi-Products, Tyler, Texas. We evolved into the supply business because our horseshoer friends would come by our house to get shoes. They knew Burney usually kept a pretty good supply on hand. At that time he was shoeing many horses a day and trimming as many, doing horses for various feedlots within a hundred mile radius. He shod for Lubbock Feed Lot, and many ranches in the area.  Lubbock had a training track for race horses, Lubbock Downs. Burney was a steward at the track as well as having many clients with race horses.
    Some research was being done in the equine field and Dr. Jacques Jenny, Penn State, was performing radical procedures, removing the hoof wall and filling the hole with acrylic.  We had a foundered black gelding that belonged to a fellow who worked at Johnson Space Center in Houston.  Burney decided to try something different on him, so he took a hard rubber ball, cut it in half and taped the halves of the ball to the bottom of the foot. Needless to say, the horse would lie down and get worse. We found out pretty quick what NOT to do! It was shortly after this time, 1964, when Dr. Ed Murray and Burney decided to try another method to “fix” a crippled horse. Burney and Ed performed their first successful hoof-resection and applied the first heart bar shoe. (For a number of years they filled the hoof with dental acrylic.) I remember Burney coming home that evening from Spur, telling me about cutting out the decayed hoof of Corky Ogden’s horse. He kept saying “there was no blood, just a rotten mess.”  Then he said, “We built a shoe, with a frog support, like the one in Dollar’s Handbook used for road founder. It looked like an upside-down heart with a bar covering the frog.” He later kept describing, “you know the shoe with the bar that looks like a heart.” That is how the name "heart-bar" was coined.
    I was raised on a sheep ranch in West Texas.  We used our horses to round up the sheep. Up to that time, I had only seen my dad, (now 94 years old,) Santana, the man who worked at the ranch, and my cousin, Gene Harral, nail shoes on our saddle horses.  The next person I watched shoe was Burney. It was at least four or five years later that I saw anyone else shoe a horse besides Burney.
    Close to downtown Lubbock there was an older man who had been a blacksmith. He built Burney’s first gas forge. I didn’t even know what it was because I had never seen one before. Burney carried it around in the back of the pickup and the fire-bricks were always falling out, so Burney would stick them back together when he got ready to use it. (Boy, times have changed!)
    In 1968, Dave Coleman, DVM, had a mobile practice but wanted a permanent clinic location. He approached Burney about building one on the corner of our place and he would lease it from us. Burney already had good working relations with a number of veterinarians in our area. So construction began, and once later completed, Dave shared the shop portion with Burney for his shoeing.
    This was also the year Blane was born. At that time, we also ran a few sheep on our acreage. We had a friend who helped Burney with the horses at the racetrack, and me with the sheep. His name was Mike Shanks. He came to spend the night with us and ended up staying a year. It was hard to keep the dogs out of the pens, so we abandoned the sheep project.
    Within the next 16 months, Brice and Baker were born. Brandon was in special classes here in Lubbock. Moose, (the nickname Burney gave to him) was very energetic and into everything. However, at that time, special education in the public schools was in the infant stages. He would keep all of us busy by throwing all the toys, shoes, or whatever he found up on the roof of our house.  One day, my Aunt called me on the phone and knew I was in trouble when, in the middle of a sentence, I said, “Brandon, don’t put the cat in the refrigerator!” She offered to help us with the expense of finding a place for Brandon. After much searching and lots of tears, we picked the Deveraux Foundation, a private school near Victoria (Goliad), Texas. In October, 1972, we took him to Southern Texas, 500 miles away. It was not until December that we could see him. It nearly broke our hearts, but in the long run, it was the best thing for Moose and for all of us.
    After Moose had been there a few years, I remember bringing him home for a visit.  By the time we took him back we were all worn-out.  It was fun, but he was a handful. I remember Baker, (about 4 years old) saying to me, “When Brandon comes home we cry because we are all glad he is here, then he gets into our stuff and we are upset at him. Then we have to take him back to school and we cry because we are sad he is leaving.” Burney used to say, “out of the mouths of babes . . . ”  I think all of the boys, Burney, and I too, learned a lot of compassion because of Brandon. He currently lives in a group home with several other men of his level, and works in a sheltered workshop. We see him very often.
    It was about the time Brandon was in Victoria (Goliad) that Burney decided to take flying lessons. His flight instructor, Joe Don Boyd (now deceased) let Burney solo In a Piper Cherokee 140 with only 3 hours of instruction. Burney started flying (solo) to different ranches by renting a plane. In 1973, Ronnie Lee was renting our clinic, so he and Burney decided to purchase a Cherokee 180. By then Burney had his private pilot's license. Eventually Ronnie sold his interest to Burney and later he sold that plane.  We next purchased a faster, more powerful, Cherokee 235 and the twin engine Piper 601P Aerostar was obtained in 1985.
    In the late 1970’s I saw an advertisement in Western Horseman Magazine for a subscription to the American Farrier's Journal. I immediately sent for a subscription. When it arrived, inside there was an application to join the American Farrier’s Association. I was so excited and encouraged Burney to join. His AFA number is 267. To be a member we had to give three recommendations, one from a veterinarian, and the others from clients and people in the equine business. We wrote letters to Dr. Platt, the manager of the 6666 Ranch, Joe Kirk Fulton, who owns a large horse farm, and also the president of a local bank. It was pretty exciting. When we learned about the AFA Convention in Denver, I mailed the registration to attend. Each February, Burney flew to Del Rio, where some of his clients had horses at the racetrack. Burney came home saying, “I can’t leave town. I've been gone several days and I have too much work to do. Besides, I need to be at the Lubbock Feed Lot today”.  Also, we were afraid of getting snowed-in at the Denver airport.
    The same thing happened the next year when the Convention was in Lansing, Michigan and so on.  In February 1979, Burney flew his plane to Lubbock from Del Rio. I had everything packed and the boys settled with friends. All Burney had to do was take a bath, change his clothes, get in the car and go to the airport.  It almost didn’t happen!  Again, “I can’t go out of town,--- blah-blah yak-yak.”  So I said, "Okay, I’m going without you. We have reservations and if I have to stay in the hotel and order room service, I’M GOING!” He grumbled as he got in the car and until we arrived at the Albuquerque hotel, he immediately saw a veterinarian he had met when working on a crippled cutting horse in Arizona. That was our first convention and we were hooked. There we first met many of our beloved and long-time colleagues and friends.
    Long before joining the AFA, Burney’s interest and concerns were on fire for the farrier profession; to help horses and educate the equine owners. Around 1965, Burney asked a local horseshoer if he would teach him how to make a clip. The guy said, “Just spit on it, sonny.” (Back then shoeing was $6 to $8 a head and $3 to $4 to trim.) Burney came home and said, “If I ever learn anything about horseshoeing, I will never keep what I know from someone who wants to learn.”
    My ancestors had been sheep ranchers in Tennessee and the Carolinas before the Civil War.  They moved to Texas just after it became a state, but when the war broke out, they returned to the Carolinas. After the war was over they returned to Texas around 1878 and settled in Pecos County, on the Hat A Ranch, later known as the Harral Ranch. As one elder family member passed away, the ranch would split up among the survivors. The ranch is where we went to “get away." Burney took the three boys hunting, taught them to camp-out and shoot guns, and a little about the outdoor life. We bought their first bb/pellet guns and gave them each a pocket knife when they reached 6 years of age.  They got to see where I was raised and were able to enjoy the ranch and wildlife for a short time. In 1983, the family decided to sell the ranch.
    My Dad needed a place to store his belongings until he could find a house in New Mexico, where he planned to retire. So he decided to construct a building on our land to use until he purchased a house and moved his possessions. After he moved his things, he gave the building to me. It eventually became our office at 1603 92nd Street. It was the next year before we could get the plans together for the inside construction of our office. We had been operating out of our house since the 60’s, so I couldn’t wait to get an office and have regular business hours. This is now the current location of (Baker & Kodi’s) Chapman Farrier Supply. (Come see it! You’re welcome anytime!)
    There were many milestones, but one was in 1986 when Australian veterinarian, Chris Pollitt, and Keith Swan (farrier) came to Lubbock for 5 weeks to study with Burney and to research the heart-bar shoe and procedures. What was a marvelous encounter that was! It was about this time that Burney made a trip to England with Peter Kries, of the Mustad Group, to investigate the use and promotion of a new high-technique apparatus, HUFFIN. Later, Burney and Myron McLane met with Mustad and joined efforts to organize a solid team to promote the product and the first prototypes were applied. This eventually became the Glu-Strider/Mustad glue-on-horseshoe. Burney and I also had the opportunity, later that year, to visit their plant in Switzerland. We also made a side trip to England to visit the David Gulley’s family and then to Holland to be with the Kerckhaert family.
    While Dr. Pollitt and Keith were in the US, the research continued. One weekend, while Chris was here, the southern Farrier’s had a meeting at Cindy and Johnny Frost’s place, north of Dallas. On the way we discussed the glue-on-shoe. We had a lot of fun trying to find a name for it. Chris said it shouldn’t be called “Huffin," . . . that sounded too much like kennel cough.  He joked a lot, but most of the time we called it “gloof.”  It was my understanding the shoes would be in the Easy-Strider product line, so Chris and I convinced Burney it should be called Glu-Strider. That is the name he recommended to the Mustad Group.
    Jim Hill had a horse at our stables and was frequently coming by the shop to visit.  One particular morning, Burney said to Jim, “Come run with me down the road to look at a horse.” Jim asked him where they were going and Burney only said, “It’s just down the road a-ways.”  So away they went. Burney had a boy from the scout troop there, so Jim didn’t think much about jumping in the truck and going with Burney. As Jim later told me, “We just kept going and going and we finally ended up in Oklahoma.” 
    When they got there, the horse had to have a special shoe, so the owner told Burney if he needed to borrow a welding machine; there was an ol' man down the road who agreed to let Burney borrow his welding equipment. Burney had already prepared a bar before he left the shop, waiting to see the horse’s foot before welding the bar in the correct position.  Burney set about to weld the bar. Jim was talking to the man, who kept eyeing Burney’s work. Jim had filled him with all sorts of stories of who Burney Chapman was and what he had done. Finally the man couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed the welder and proceeded to finish it himself. After he finished, he turned to Burney and said, “Man, you may be the best horseshoer in the world, but you sure are a sorry welder!” 
    We’ve had so many experiences together with our many friends, colleagues, and clients. Mentioning all it would take a book.  However, I must tell you about our trip with Mary and Ed Kinney (Thoro-Bred Racing Plate Co. Inc.) October 1989 found us heading to California, Hawaii, and Japan. We left Lubbock, traveling through DFW. When we reached the Admiral’s Club, 2-E terminal, there was a hustle over a news bulletin just in from San Francisco/Oakland, CA that a 6.9 earthquake had hit. It collapsed a freeway overpass and double-decker road causing major destruction. Later we found out the center was near Santa Cruz. In the meantime, folks who were interested in TV coverage of the World Series at Candlestick Park (Oakland A’s and San Francisco Giants) were waiting to see if the game would begin as scheduled. Because there was some doubt as to the safety of the stadium, the game was postponed and fans began to leave the area for home and elsewhere. Several folks in the Admiral’s Club were not only concerned for family and friends, but were making alternate plans for air travel to the Bay Area. All flights to the Bay Area were cancelled and the airports were closed into Oakland and San Francisco. No electricity/power. Our plane was also delayed, making our arrival into LAX late the same day. The Kinney's were glad to finally see us arrive in Los Angeles.
    The first clinic of the trip was to be in Honolulu, Hawaii. We arrived the day before and Ed and Burney checked out the site for the clinic, the Molokai Polo Grounds. While there, we drove around the island and decided to stop at Sunset Beach. We were just passing time, so were not dressed for the beach. All four of us were standing on the beach, Burney and Ed in their Levis, and “Thoro-Bred” shirts and caps. A car drove up into the parking area and a young girl got out and came toward us. She asked Burney “Is this Sunset Beach?” Burney said, “Yes.” She said, “Are you sure?” He said, “Of course, I’m a native, that’s how I know.” “Ok”, she said.  The girl turned around, went to the beach with a mason jar, scooped up water and sand, closed the lid, got in the car, and left.  We laughed as she drove off.  Little did she know Burney had never been there before in his life.
    Burney’s mother, Marion, was an only child, born in New York in 1910.  Her forebears derived from the Anglo Clan of the Saxon invasion of England following the withdrawal of the Romans in 400 AD. His father, Orville Charles (O.C.) was born in 1906 of Irish descent, coming to America through Georgia then later to Texas. Marion and O.C. lived on an oilfield lease on the Stevens Ranch, near Denver City. When it was time for the birth of their first child, Marion traveled to Fort Worth, where Burney Braly was born on March 4, 1941. He started first grade in Denver City, and that year, 1947, the twins, Sarah and Sue were born in Hobbs, NM, the closest hospital and doctor. Oil companies were notorious for moving families, especially when employees were promoted to higher positions in the company. The next year, 1948, the family moved to an oilfield camp near Forsan, Texas, South of Big Springs. Burney finished 6th grade then they moved to Wichita Falls, Texas.
    The summer of 1956, Burney went to South Fork Colorado, where a relative owned Wagon Wheel Lodge, a guest ranch. Because he was interested in horses and was a member of the Boy Scouts, the job of wrangler and guide went to him. 
    An uncle, Harry Male, in Fort Worth was very involved in the Boy Scouts of America and several summers Burney went to Boy Scout Camp. In due course, he earned the rank of Life Scout and Order of the Arrow. For this Troop, 157, Burney became an assistant Scoutmaster. Eventually, three of our boys earned Order of the Arrow and earned the rank of Eagle Scout.
    During the summer of 1957, Burney did general oil field construction, working in Haskell, Texas for Carl Anderson Construction. It was during these early years, when O.C. was Field Superintendent for Continental Oil, that he was associated with various ranchers. One man, Fred Martin, an oil field dirt contractor, was the son-in-law of 6666 Ranch manager, George Humphreys.  Mr. Chapman asked Fred if he knew of any local ranches where Burney could get a summer job. In May of 1958, after Burney’s junior year at Wichita High, Mr. Chapman took Burney, his bedroll, tack (saddle, bridle, etc.) to Guthrie to start work at the "Sixes." He did all sorts of jobs, from driving the hoodlum wagon hauling water, firewood, helping the chuck-wagon cook, to riding and working cattle. While there, all the cowboys would shoe and trim the horses they rode. One of the cowboys didn’t remember Burney’s name, so one morning he called out to him, “I don’t know your name, but I know you are from Wichita. So you young ‘Wichita’ so-'n'-so, come here!” Some old friends still refer to Burney as Wichita.
    Burney and his best friend, Freddie Ridenour, also had a couple of horses on some land near Wichita and would trim and shoe those horses, but Burney’s first experience of responsible shoeing was at the "Sixes." Early days of living in the “oil patch” exposed Burney to West Texas ranch-life. The Matador Land & Cattle Company sold around ’57-’58. He and Freddie had a friend, Van Frances, whose family purchased some of the Matador land so they occasionally helped during their round ups.
    In the spring of Burney’s senior high school year, Mr. Chapman’s job was transferred to Artesia, NM. He went on ahead to start work and find a house for the family. When graduation was over, May 1959, Burney, Marion, and the twins, Sarah and Sue moved to New Mexico.
    Because of an age difference and Burney’s love of the outdoors, hunting, trapping, and horses, his interest were not akin to anything “girly.” He and the twins didn’t share much in common growing up. When Burney’s folks would come to visit, he always wanted to take his Dad to the Lubbock Feed Lots; drive around and show him the cattle. Sue and Sarah, now teenagers, would sit with their noses covered, trying to keep out the smell. Burney delighted in teasing them. As each became older we would visit, especially during holiday. Sue and family moved to Washington State and worked as a bank manager. Sarah got married to Rodney Webb, still living and working in Artesia, so we saw them quite often.
    The year the AFA convention was held in Portland, Oregon, Burney and I flew to Portland, rented a car and drove up the Columbia River into Southern Washington, then to Pullman where a friend, Burney’s former Tech roommate, teaches in the Animal Science Department at WSU. Later on we drove over to Auburn, just outside of Seattle, to visit Sue. We had occasion to visit her twice when she was living there. In 1985 O.C. passed away from lung cancer. We had an opportunity to see Sue once again in the fall. 
    In June of 1986, a woman, living near Auburn, poisoned her husband by putting cyanide inside Excedrin capsules. The woman also put some of the bottles containing cyanide capsules back on the store shelves and somehow one of the tainted bottles ended up in Sue’s possession. Upon taking the Excedrin, she collapsed and soon died. Burney was at the Wrigley Farm in Wisconsin when he got the call. He immediately flew home. He was in his Aerostar and we left for Washington immediately. Burney and Sarah knew something was wrong. We soon learned the cause of death, but it was sometime later that the woman was caught. There was a trail and she was convicted of both her husband’s death and Sue’s as well. At the time Sarah and her family were living near Denver and Marion still lived in Artesia. As time passed, Marion’s health began to fail and in 1992 she passed away. This left only Burney and Sarah, and of course the spouses and children. Sarah and Burney became closer and have stayed in contact with each other frequently.
    I began to notice a change in Burney’s personality in the early 1990’s. Something just wasn’t right. Most of his customers didn’t recognize the change because he performed perfectly and efficiently at his job. His family and close friends knew something was different though. He just wasn’t the "old" Burney that we knew. He was doing things that were completely contrary to his morals and beliefs. He was 19 years old when we met and after living together for 35 years, I believe I knew Burney better than anyone. 
    About a year into the changes I was seeing, a friend, neighbor, and horse owner came into my office and asked me how Burney was doing?  I said “Okay, why?”  He began to tell me a few days earlier he and Burney were out in the shop and Burney was sitting in a chair, tilting back, when the chair toppled over and out came Burney, hitting the side of his head on the concrete. Harold was going to call 911, but in a few minutes Burney came to and told him, “I’m okay - don’t worry.” It wasn’t long before Burney started having black-outs. He was at a farm in South Texas working on the rear foot of a crippled mare when the mare jerked her leg and pulled back. Down Burney went striking his head and also causing a hairline fracture of his hip. These episodes became more frequent until eventually a brain tumor was diagnosed. Looking back I can see a pattern of behavior that just wasn’t how Burney normally acted, performed, or even thought. It makes me wonder if that tumor was there, slowly growing long before it was actually evident?
    Burney was always in the forefront of technology, producing videos, documentaries, researching new products, such as Glu-Strider, Seattle Shoe, Ultra Flex, and Farrier’s Formula, etc. Most of this research and development was done in Lubbock, where a great office staff documented and kept detailed records and accumulated files of countless cases. We couldn’t have done it all without the help and support and work of those who worked with us. Thank you to Lorrie Putman (Grantham), Pam Riggenbach, Brenda Bramlett, Tammy Cameron (Kirbo) and our sons, who provided horses for Burney to “experiment” on their feet. The help of each in the office, who spent countless hours editing and typing and re-writing all the articles, letters, and documents, and so forth made it, unquestionably, a team effort.
   Of the myriad of accolades Burney received during his life, none are more precious than God’s gift of offspring. We have four wonderful sons, and his legend will continue as Blane, Brice, and Baker follow the profession of their Dad. We have five beautiful granddaughters, Chancy, Cydnee, Callie Annie, Hattie, and Grace. Burney would have had so much fun with these little girls. He loved kids and had fun talking like “Donald Duck” to them. The girls have sure missed someone very special.
    Of course Burney did not do this alone. We are blessed because Burney was saved before he died. We know he is at peace in heaven resting in the arms of our Lord and Savior, Jesus. Burney’s talents and skills were God-given.  He had the opportunity to work with literally thousands of competent, capable, qualified, and professional farriers, veterinarians, manufactures and suppliers, all too numerous to list. He always said he learned more from all these people than they learned from him.             
      Wasn’t it just like Burney to say something like that?

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