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William Burfield - New Zealand
And his brother H Burfield

Rushden Echo, 2nd May 1924, transcribed by Kay Collins

Letter from New Zealand

Sir, My brother, Mr H Burfield, recently resident at Cromwell-road, Rushden, has arrived safely in New Zealand and is now established in Hastings, Hawkes Bay. He is wonderfully impressed with New Zealand and delighted with the glorious sunshine and climate generally, as compared with the old land.

Having had time to consider the circumstances, he is of opinion that did the working men at home realise the benefit they would undoubtedly derive as a result of it, and they thoroughly understood the meaning and effect of it, they should vote unanimously for some measure of Protection.

This is merely by the way, because my brother recognises that the working man in England must be educated up to the fact that, while Free Trade, with the conditions which prevailed 100 years ago, was an excellent thing for England and for its working classes when they ran the workshop of the world, all that is now changed, and what was good 100 years ago is of no use to them whatsoever as the trade of the world exists today.

My brother informs me that the prevailing impression at home is that the meat from New Zealand which reaches them is only the rejects, which the people here won’t have at any price, and which is killed here and packed off under any sort of insanitary conditions for consumption at home.

Now sir, your readers may be sure that there was never a more mistaken impression, and with your permission I should like to make public there some of the facts bearing on the killing and preparation of meat here for the home market. In the close vicinity of the town where I live (Hastings) there are three very large freezing works, at each of which they slaughter and freeze up to 5,000 sheep and lambs a day throughout eight months of the year. All these are picked from the flocks of the producers by experts in their business; they handle every animal in the yard, and only those which reach a certain standard of excellence are accepted. The sanitary condition of every freezing works in New Zealand is subject to the constant supervision of Government inspectors. The water supply and all other appliances which go to promote good sanitation and cleanliness are the very last thing in every freezing works, and the animals are slaughtered under the most hygienic conditions. Immediately after slaughter every carcase is examined and criticised by a Government inspector, and none which is other than absolutely healthy is passed, and none may be exported unless it is branded with its certificate that it has been killed at a licensed freezing works or public abattoir. All animals condemned go straight down the “shoot” for manure, and they cannot possibly be used anywhere for human consumption. Many freezing works have an insurance fund of their own, to which a contribution is made for every cattle beast killed, and any condemned are paid for out of this fund. Contrary to the opinion at home, there is a widespread idea in New Zealand that all the best meat is exported and we get little but the rejects; and the returns from local abattoirs, where all stock for local consumption is killed, certainly bear this out, because they show that very many more ewes (and they are mostly old ewes) and cows are killed than there are wethers and oxen.

You may take it, sir, as certain that anyone in your country purchasing New Zealand meat can be sure that he is buying nothing but well-conditioned healthy carcases free of any disease or detriment, and they cannot be better. When he was recently here Mr J Jaques was shown over some of the most important freezing works during their ordinary every-day operation, and I think he would bear this out. I trust, sir, that for the information of your readers you will publish this in your paper,

Respectfully yours,
W Burfield
Hastings, N.Z.
Jan. 25th 1924.

Rushden Echo & Argus, 3rd April 1931, transcribed by Kay Collins

The New Zealand Earthquake
Letter from Rushden Man’s Brother – Graphic Story of Terrible Shock

Mr. Thomas Burfield, of Queen-street, Rushden, has received from his brother, Mr. William Burfield, of Nelson-street, Hastings, New Zealand, a letter in which he describes the horrors of the recent earthquake disaster which destroyed Hasting and Napier and spread disaster over the surround districts.

Mr. Burfield writes:

“No doubt you have heard the news about the earthquake. I was unhurt. I was in the midst of it when it happened, right in the centre. Three of us were talking; suddenly we had to cling together to keep on our feet, and the next thing I saw was a beautiful four storey building, the Grand Hotel, come down across the street. Then a big drapery shop, which cost £60,000 collapsed like a pck of card. Buildings were falling around me and crashing along the length of the street, scarcely one being left standing. My beautiful shop property was completely ruined, lay flat on the ground, and the tenant was killed on the spot, his wife being seriously injured, and not expected to recover.

“I wonder the death roll was not three times the number. You will see that in two seconds I lost my shop property and tenant. I rushed home as soon as possible. Everything in the house was all jumbled up together, everything broken that could break, every chimney down, bricks falling through the roof, the wardrobe lying across the bedstead with the end of the bedstead with the end of the bedstead broken off. Jam, food-stuffs, bottled fruits and everything on the pantry shelves had to be shovelled up and taken out in a barrow.

“We are living in a tent lent by the military authorities as we are still getting shakes, and we have a fireplace made of fallen bricks and a piece of the grate. There is a terrible lot to do; they are clearing the debris from the street, covering the holes in the roofs of the houses and getting the dead out from the ruins. There were three dead in my shops. Everybody seems very cheerful and doing their best. Napier, a town twelve miles away, is practically wiped out."



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