Monday, 27 December 2021

71 Trooper Leonard Mathews Tarrant, 8/2/1871-15/4/1900.

THE DATE OF THE FAREWELL.

THE PRESENTATION OF THE COLOURS.

WELLINGTON, This Day. It has been decided that the farewell to the New Zealand Contingent shall be given on Jervois Quay. Lady Ranfurly will be asked to present the colours.

Sergt. Leonard M. Tartant, of a Coromandel company, and a son of Mr H. A. Tarrant, Inspector to the Waimea County Council, is a member of the New Zealand Transvaal contingent.  -Nelson Evening Mail, 17/10/1899.


GENERAL NOTES.

Mr Leonard Tarrant, a son of Mr H. A. Tarrant of Lower Moutere, a sergeant in the Auckland Mounted Rifles, is one of the contingent. Mr Tarrant left Nelson about five years ago. His parents leave Nelson to-day for Wellington to bid him good-bye.   -Colonist, 18/10/1899.



Photo from Auckland Museum.

A NELSONIAN AT THE FRONT.

The appended letter, received by his parents (Mr. and Mrs. H. A. Tarrant, Lower Moutere) from Mr L. M. Tarrant, now with the First Contingent in South Africa, is of interest. It has been forwarded to us for publication: — 

"Arundel, South Africa, Dec. 13, l899). 

"My Dear Mother — We are now at the tront at Arundel, and have been here six days. The first place we went to after leaving Capetown was Naauwpoort. We were there a little more than a week. The base camp is here now, a distance of about 20 miles from Naauwpoort. 

"Last Saturday we had a slight encounter with the enemy, but none of us were hurt. We are every day in the saddle, very often before daylight, and sometimes not returning until dusk. Yesterday we had one horse wounded in the leg; this morning at daylight the outposts sent in a message that the enemy was advancing towards the camp. We were immediately under arms, and our guns very quickly made the enemy retire. I think we have played great havoc amongst them. There are two or three of one of the British regiments wounded. Our position in case of attack is on the north side, and the attack on this occasion coining from the south-east we had no firing to do. 

"There are fresh troops coming into camp every day. I think we must now muster about 3000 here. Both the horses and ourselves are standing the climate very well. I myself have been in perfect health ever since I left New Zealand. A few of our men have been in the hospital for a day or two at a time, but there has been nothing very serious. 

"Our rations do not amount to very much — 1 1/4lb of bread or biscuit, 1lb of meat, and occasionally a little jam per day: but we occasionally supplement this somewhat out of our pocket when near a store, and from here we send down orders with the guard of the train. 

"Now, dear mother, of course you will have seen all the accounts of our movements in the papers before you this, and do not be over-anxious on my account, as I am trusting in God for strength to do my duty from day to day and I know if it is His will He will guard me from the enemy's bullets, and if He decrees otherwise I can only say 'His will be done.' 

"I must now say good-bye dear mother, as I may be called away to do something at any time. With much love to all. 

"Ever your affectionate son, 

"L. M. Tarrant."  -Nelson Evening Mail, 25/1/1900.


NEWS BY THE MAIL.

LETTER FROM A NELSONIAN. 

The appended letter from her son, who is with the first New Zealand Continent has been received by Mrs Tarrant: —

South Africa, 12 miles right of Rendsburg, Jan 14th, 1900.

My Dear Mother   I received your letter and the Nelson papers you sent, for which I am much obliged, as the least little bit of New Zealand news is very welcome in this out of the way place. wer are not quite yet in the Orange Free State as we have not yet taken Colesburg.  It is rather a hard position to take, and all the artillery we have here is hardly long enough in the range to compete with a longrange gun that the Boers have. We heard to-night that our long-range gun has rerched Rendsburg, and if so we shall get on a little faster, but at the present rate I fear the war promises to be a long one. Of course our work is a little risky and dangerous, but not so much as you may imagine. We mounted men are used as escorts and scouts, and sometimes, after a place has been shelled, we have to advance and take possession of it, but by that time the enemy have generally made themselves scarce. In scouting, that is in finding out where the enemy is located, it would be dangerous if they would let us get close to them, as they hide on the kopje behind the large lumps of rock, and it is almost impossible for us to know they are there until they fire and expose themselves; but almost before we get within range of their rifles they begin firing on us, when we of course having found out where they are, we retire out of range until the artillery has shelled the position. Now I have explained to you, dear mother, exactly how things are going on at present, not having glossed over the danger, as I am sure you had an exaggerated idea of our dangers from what you read in some of the papers. Lord Roberts, our new Commander-in-Chief, has arrived in South Africa, but has not yet visited this part. We hear that another contingent is leaving Wellington to-day. I am enjoying very good health, in spite of hot days, early rising (very often before 2 o'clock a. m.) hard biscuits, and tinned beef, and think I am no thinner than when you last saw me at Wellington. 

January 17th. — Two days later. When I wrote on the l0th we were holding a position on the top of a kopje about 2 1/2 miles from camp. We had been stationed there about a week, half of us at a time, one company relieving the other every 24 hours. The position was a very important one, this kopje being the key to a line of kopjes behind which we were camped. For two or three days the enemy had been dodging about just outside the range of our rifles, but about noon on Monday they tried a dodge to take our position. A fairly strong party came on to a kopje within range, and taking shelter behind some rock, commenced a heavy rifle fire on our men, who, taking as much shelter as possible, returned their fire. In the meantime another force of Boers had skirted the foot of the kopje and commenced ascending our kopje, the face being so steep that we could not see them advancing until they appeared within a few yards of us. The Boers evidently did not know what sort of stuff the Britons of the South were made of, or they would never have come up. No sooner did our men see them appear than they shot the leading Boers down, jumped up from cover, and charged them with fixed bayonets. The enemy immediately turned and fled. We fired on them as they fled helter-skelter down, the hill; two of our guns then appeared on the flat and dropped a shell upon the kopje occupied by the enemy, who immediately retired in utter confusion, our men dropping bullets amongst them as they ran. We lost two men, a sergeant and a trooper. The Boers lost 25 men on our kopje alone, besides a good number on their own. [Sergt: Gourley and Trooper Connell are evidently meant.] 

The next morning General French had us lined up in front of him, and I will try and give you his exact words, viz.  "Major Robin, officers, non-commissioned officers, and men of the N.Z. Mounted Rifles — This is not the first or second time I have had the pleasure of congratulating you upon your conduct while under fire, and upon one occasion I had the pleasure and honour of being with you myself, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for the way in which you repelled the attack of yesterday, and shall have much pleasure in mentioning your conduct in my report." 

Your loving son, L. M. TARRANT.  -Nelson Evening Mail, 1/3/1900.


THOUGHTFULNESS OF THE PREMIER — Mr H. A. Tarrant, writing from Lower Moutere under date, April 9th, says — " Sir, I little thought when I sent you a copy of a portion of my son's letter on Saturday last, that he was then in the hands of the Boers, but I received a wire from the Right Hon. the Premier early this morning announcing the fact. I need scarcely say how much his mother and I are cut up by the news but at the same time we feel very much the kindness of the Premier, who in spite of his multifarious duties, found time to acquaint us with the sad, sad news. I forward you a copy of his telegram for publication if you think proper." — H. A. Tarrant. 

The following is a copy of the telegram referred to: "The cable of Saturday stating that 17 of the First Contingent had been captured, is confirmed, and knowing how anxious those would be whose dear ones are at the front, I took the precaution to get full addresses before the men left, and am thus able to send news to those directly interested. I regret to say that Leonard Matthews Tarrant is amongst those captured. Major Robin cables that the men are all well, but their horses were killed, bad scouting is blamed for the mishap, it goes without saying that the scouts were not New Zealanders. Please accept my assurance of sympathy and regret, but still the news might have been worse, there is of course the possibility, that after the next engagement our boys may be released or exchanged — (Signed) E. J. Seddon.  -Colonist, 18/4/1900.


DORNSPRUIT ENGAGEMENT. 

PARTICULARS OF THE DISASTER. 

ACTION OF THE NEW ZEALANDERS. 

LIST OF PRISONERS. 

By Telegraph.Press Association.-Copyright. Sydney, May 7. The News correspondent, writing on April 2, gives particulars of the disaster to General Broadwood's column at Dornspruit. The whole affair, says the correspondent, is inexplicable. The merest neophyte in the art of war, one would imagine, would have taken the trouble to find out if any of the enemy were in the neighbourhood before camping in a hostile country, and the youngest subaltern would have been cashiered if guilty of bivouacking without throwing out pickets. 

The Boers came down without warning. It was only as the British were prepared to cross the donga that the whole scheme of the Boer attack became painfully apparent. 

One hundred of the enemy suddenly emerged from a donga, and with rifles ready to fire, demanded the surrender of the batteries and waggons. Almost simultaneous with the appearance of the 100 Boers was the arrival of 800 more, who rushed the scene by way of various spruits, and the entire force was practically surrounded. 

"Throw down your arms," was the next order. Many did so, utterly demoralised by the suddenness of the attack; but a portion of Roberts' Horse, and others, made a dash for freedom, but were literally cut to pieces, losing about 90. 

The scene here beggars description. Huddled together in batches were plunging horses, men, waggons, shrieking Kaffirs, and guns. The artillerists fought bravely enough, but had no chance, for one of the batteries, "U," was right on the donga when attacked. Out of this it is said, only the major, sergeant-major, corporal, and 14 men, were left to tell the tale. 

The sergeant-major made a gallant attempt to rescue one of the guns, and though the near side wheeler was lying dead on the poles, succeeded in lashing up the rest of the team, and actually got the gun away some distance, and attempted single-handed to get it into action before it again fell into the hands of the enemy. 

The whole guns of the "U" Battery were therefore captured by the Boers.

On our left flank the Zealand Mounted Infantry, who were unaware of the seriousness of the engagement going on in the donga, were sent down with a portion of Roberts' Horse, and opened up a retreat to Boesman's Kop, towards which, by a very circuitous route, carrying them far to the south of the iest, the battered brigade made their way. 

As our men fell back and sought shelter among the long rank grass, the Boers boldly pursued and shot many of them from the saddle, recklessly exposing themselves to our fire. One of the New Zealanders' waggons was captured, and driver Pitt was sent with the wounded to some tin houses, near where the battle took place. In the hurry and turmoil of the scrimmage, he was apparently forgotten, for he found his way back to his company without further mishap.

Amongst the missing New Zealanders are Quartermaster-Sergeant Berland, Sergeant Harris, and Privates Jewell, Catherall, Franklin. J. U. Riley, G. Powell, Butters (2), Prosser, Valentine, Pope, Tarrant, Cosser, E, H. Palmer, Waldie, and Miller, 16 in all, who, with the exception of Quartermaster Berland, are supposed to be badly wounded.  -NZ Herald, 8/5/1900.


VERY LATEST.

TOWN EDITION.

Per Press Association.

ANOTHER NEW ZEALANDER DEAD.

AUCKLAND. April 25.

The Governor has received a cable from Sir A. Milner, Capetown, stating that No. 71, Trooper Tarrant, of the First New Zealand Contingent, died of typhoid fever at Pretoria on April 20th. Tarrant was one of the New Zealanders recently captured in the Free State, and belonged to Coromandel.  -South Canterbury Times, 25/4/1900.


THE LATE TROOPER TARRANT.

To the Editor of "The Evening Mail." Dear Sir, — Will you allow me through your paper to tender our most heartfelt thanks to the many kind friends who have written and telegraphed to us upon the occasion of the death of our beloved son in South Africa. We have received telegrams from all parts of the colony, from Auckland to Dunedin, which have been a great comfort and solace to us in the time of our great distress. Truly yours, H. A. TARRANT. Lower Moutere, 27/4/00.  -Nelson Evening Mail, 30/4/1900.


THE LATE TROOPER TARRANT.

MEMORIAL SERVICE

The "Coromandel County News" contains the following notice of a memorial service held on Sunday 6th May at Coromandel: — "There was a large attendance in Christ Church on Sunday morning, the ocoasion being a memorial service to tha late Leonard Matthews Tarrant, formerly a member of the congregation, and one of the New Zeal anders who went to South Africa with the first contingent, saw active service, was captured by the Boers, and died from enteric fever at Pretoria, on April 20th. His old comrades — the officers and privates of the Coromandel Rifle Volunteer Corps — were present to do homage to his memory. The Communion Table was draped for the ocoasion. Appropriate hymns were sung, and the organist (Mrs W. H. French) played the Dead March at the commencement of the service, the congregation upstanding. The Vicar (the Rev O. F. R. Harrison) delivered a most impressive and pathetic sermon, taking as his text: Acts, chap. XI, part of verse 24 — "For he was a good man, and full of the Holy Ghost and of faith." In the course of his sermon the Vicar said: "The war in South Africa — although horrible in destroying the lives of so many valuable men — has been the greatest means during our gracious Queen's reign of consolidating the British Empire. It is only in the time of the deepest distress and difficulty that the best traits of character of the British people come to the surface; it has brought forth from all parts of her possessions a devotion to our Queen and country that would not have been apparent but for the present struggle for liberty and just Government. The present war teaches us many lessons, and especially that of self-sacrifice — some of our ablest officers and best men have already lost their lives on the altar of duty for Queen and country. It makes even the strongest man grieve at this loss, and yet all must admire the energy and the devotional self-sacrifice of such men. This service, brethren, is specially as a tribute of respect to one of our number, Trooper L. M. Tarrant, No. 71. — He was a true soldier of the Queen, one who showed himself worthy of our love and esteem. He lost his life for Queen and country. He died far away from home, friends and kindred — a stranger in a strange land. He was a good citizen, zealous in all good works. As a volunteer soldier he was always willing and ready to obey his superior officer, which is the first mark of a true soldier. He did what he had to do cheerfully, willingly and with all his might. He also did his duty as a soldier of Jesus Christ. It was because of his devotion to God that he was enabled to live the life of a good citizen, and be such a good soldier. He was no ordinary Christian — a man of few words, but full of devotion to his Saviour. He was prominent in the temperance movement, foremost in Sunday school work and tried to lead the young in the true path of life. He was superintendent of the Driving Creek Sunday School, and vice-president of the Church of England Christian Endeavor Society. In his character and in his humility from day to day he showed he was like the one referred to in the text — being filled with the Holy Ghost, and full of faith in God. 'As no man liveth unto himself alone,' says St. Paul, so no man dieth to himself. No Christian living is without influence for good. We, as a community — as a church — can ill afford to lose such influences, but there is the lasting impression on our hearts of his life and death — for he died a true soldier of Jesus Christ. God grant that the time be hastened when war shall cease, and peace and prosperity and the establishment of Christ's Kingdom shall be for evermore."  -Colonist, 29/5/1900.



THE LATE TROOPER TARRANT.

Condolence from Lieut.-Colonel Robin. 

Mr H. A. Tarrant, father of, the late Trooper Leonard Tarrant, has received the following letter from Lieut.-Col. Robin: —

 Rietvlei, 30 miles S.E. Pretoria, 14th July 1900.

To Mr H. Tarrant,

Sir, — It is with great sympathy I have to tender to you and yours the very great sorrow we all feel for you in the loss of your son, No. 71, L. Tarrant, 1st New Zealand Contingent, who died of fever at Pretoria, 15th April, 1900. He is buried in the public cemetery close to that town. He always proved himself a good soldier and helped well in the great cause. That he was taken prisoner was no fault of his, and he did his duty as he found it. During his illness I hear that he was well attended to, but this fever is a terrible thing and claims more victims than shot and shell.   -Colonist, 14/9/1900.


UNVEILING CEREMONY.

The ceremony of unveiling the monument at the wharf was performed by the Mayor, Mr J. S. Wratt, last Wednesday afternoon in the presence of a very large gathering of people, representative of all parts of the district. The mounted corps, to the number of 36, was drawn up in a line under their officers. 

His Worship, in alluding to the purpose for which the monument was erected, stated that while serving a threefold purpose as a memorial to the late Trooper Leonard Tarrant, the accession of King Edward VII, and the celebration of Peace, it was also of great utility as a drinking fountain, provision being made by means of a force pump for a supply of water for horses and dogs in the front of the structure, while the requirements of thirsty humanity were provided for also on the other side. The movement to erect the memorial had been initiated by Mr H. L. Moffatt, the wharfinger, who had solicited subscriptions for the work, and he had also been associated with the Committee, appointed by the coronation and peace committee, to see the work carried out. His Worship also spoke appreciatively of the late Trooper Tarrant's services to his country as a soldier who had died in captivity as a prisoner in South Africa; stating also that a Queen's medal had been sent to the late trooper's parents since his death. He also appropriately referred to the tableted record of the accession of the King and the celebration of of peace, concluding his remarks by expressing his satisfaction that the memorial had been erected but regretting that the cost, some £40, was greater than the money in hand, leaving a deficiency of £l2 or £l3, which he trusted, now the matter was known, would soon be subscribed. 

Addresses followed from Mr W. J. Moffatt, Chairman of the School Committee; Councillor Trewavas, and the Rev. T. Johnston. Cr Trewavas in his speech mentioned the name of Trooper Harry Collins, who though not a native of the district, had been reared here, and had while away joined one of the contingents, and had given his life for his country in South Africa. 

Mr H. A. Tarrant, father of the late trooper, sincerely thanked all who had assisted the effort to record his late son's services; especially would he thank Mr Moffatt, the wharfinger, who was responsible for the movement and largely through whose efforts the handsome and useful monument was erected. He stated also that by having volunteered to take a comrade's place, his late son was taken prisoner. He had, however, been well treated by the Boers, when ill having every attention at their hospital. Mr Tarrant concluded by thanking all the speakers for the kindly sentiments expressed. 

The proceedings terminated by singing a verse of the National Anthem. 

It should be mentioned that at the ceremony of unveiling which consisted of removing the flag enveloping the front of the monument which bears the tablet, the mounted corps presented a arms. 

The memorial committee were represented by the Mayor, Mr Jenkins, Secretary of the Coronation and Peace Committee and Mr H. L. Moffatt. The sum of £4 12s 6d was collected at the gathering, some £8 odd being yet required. 

The monument is an excellent piece of masonry, the work of Mr Geo Miller of the firm of Miller and Sons, Nelson, and stands about 12ft high, being square in shape, of concrete and cement, and having a solid base with drinking founts in front, finished at the top with a heavily moulded cap, or top piece, and surmounted with a lamp. The side fronting the wharf hears a marble slab with the following inscription: — "In memory of Trooper Leonard M. Tarrant, a Member of the 1st N.Z. Contingent, Born February 8th. 1871, who died of enteric fever at Pretoria, South Africa, April 15th, 1900. Also, to Commemorate the Accession of King Edward VII., and the Celebration of Peace, 1902."  -Motueka Star, 10/7/1903. 







Sunday, 26 December 2021

Leo (1913-17/6/1929) and John Patrick Westwood (1909-11/7/1930).

 


REFUGEES REACH NELSON.

TERRIBLE STORIES FROM STRICKEN AREAS. 

DANGER FEARED FROM FLOODS.   (abridged)

NELSON, Last Night, A train which was packed with refugees at Kohutu arrived at Nelson about 8.30 to-night. It was met by the Mayor and councillors and, arrangements were made for sleeping accmmodation for the night. Haggard looks and the general appearance of the refugees were evidence of the trying ordeal through which they had passed.

For a fortnight the residents or Murchison, have heard the noise of explosions which they attributed to someone blasting. Now they have come to the conclusion that they were of subterranean origin. Monday afternoon and night, and until the party left to-day, was just like one continuous thunderstorm, while in places there were not mere huge landslides, but terrific explosions which lifted hillsides right out, hurling enormous masses across wide valleys. The residents felt the ’quakes least when the explosions were greatest...

Gibson’s farm, in the Maruia Valley, Glengarry, was overwhelmed, Mrs and Master Gibson, Leo Westbrook and Miss Ferguson being buried beyond recovery. Twenty refugees from this valley are endeavouring to reach Murchison to-morrow.  -Stratford Evening Post, 19/6/1929.


HEAVY EXPENSE.

THE EARTHQUAKE DAMAGE

“The Education Department has an extraordinary expenditure to meet as the result of the earthquake damage, and I don’t suppose £20,000 will cover it. A progress payment of £1000 has been made for chimneys alone.” commented the Minister of Education (Hon. H. Atmore) during his inspection of the Palmerston North schools when requests were being advanced at West End.

“The Government is faced with a deficit of £566,000, and £750,000 will probably not cover the earthquake damage,” stated the Minister at a later stage when receiving a deputation on another matter.

When reminding the children at West End of the educational advantages which they enjoyed, the Minister related a pathetic feature of the earthquake. He stated that a number of children from the valleys in the stricken area went to Nelson last Christmas and saw ships and the sea for the first time in their lives. Among them was little Leo Westbrook, from whom he received a letter, but the boy was one of the victims in the great hill slide which buried his home.  -Manawatu Standard, 23/7/1929.


WORKMAN KILLED.

BUN OVER BY BOLTING HORSE AND DRAY. 

ACCIDENT AT MURCHISON. 

(By Telegraph. — Press Association.) NELSON, this day. A workman named J. Westbrook, employed on road reaction work at Fern Flat, Murchison, was this morning by being run over by a dray when a horse bolted.   -Auckland Star, 11/7/1930.


Murchison Cemetery.


Charles John (1914-17/2/1925) and Arthur Charles (1907-12/5/1926) Curtis.

TRAPPED IN WHARE

TWO LADS BADLY BURNED

[Per United Press Association.] MURCHISON, February 17. A fire mishap attended with fatal results occurred at Newton Flat at 3 this morning. A whare occupied by two lads — Charles and Arthur Curtis, aged twelve and eighteen respectively — caught fire. The lads got out badly burned, and were conveyed to the Murchison Hospital by motor, and attended to immediately by Dr Page. The younger, who received the worst burns, died after admission to the institution. The condition of the elder lad is serious, but hopes are entertained for his recovery. The occurrence cast a gloom over the district.  -Evening Star, 17/2/1925.


HEROIC BROTHER.

AN UNAVAILING RESCUE.

INQUEST ON VICTIM.

(By Telegraph. — Own Correspondent.)

MURCHISON, this day.

At the adjourned inquest touching the death of Charles Curtis, the victim of the Newton Flat fire, the jury found that deceased's death was due to shock following severe burns, as a result of the whare in which he was sleeping accidentally taking fire, presumably through a candle being left burning. No blame was attachable to anyone.

The jury placed on record their warm commendation of the heroic action of the elder brother Arthur in entering the burning whare and rescuing his brother.  -Auckland Star, 7/3/1925.


DROWNING FATALITY

SAD ELECTION DAY INCIDENT

AT NEWTON FLAT

(By Telegraph—Special to The Mail.)

MURCHISON. This Day

While Mr Curtis and his son Arthur of Newton Flat were riding on horsehack to the polling booth at Sullivan's Bridge yesterday they found that the Newton creek was in high flood, the water being over the hand rails. In attempting to cross Mr Curtis found it was too much for the horse so he managed to swim ashore, his horse struggling after him. On looking round, however, there was no sign of his son Arthur or the horse. There is no doubt that both the horse and rider were swept down, for the flood was the biggest for years. General sympathy is felt for the Curtis family for it is just twelve months since they lost a son in a fire, Arthur being very severely burnt at the time in trying to save his brother. The body was recovered early this morning when the Buller subsided.  -Nelson Evening Mail, 13/5/1926.


Murchison Cemetery.


The Busch family - Jane, Emily and Ronald - died 17/6/1929 in the Murchison Earthquake.

THE EARTHQUAKE.

DAMAGE IN GREYMOUTH.

NOISE HEARD IN WELLINGTON.

THIRTEEN LIVES LOST.  (abridged)

The toll of the earthquake in the South Island is mounting up, and now reaches 13 lives. William Chamley, a widower, aged 55 years, was killed in the Cardiff Bridge Mine, Seddonville, and Robert McAllister, another miner, lost his life in the Glasgow Mine, Seddonville. There were ten deaths in the Matakitaki Valley, about three miles from Murchison. In one case a landslide engulfed a house and Mrs S. Busch and her daughter, aged 28, and son, Ron., aged 18, were killed. Mrs Busch’s husband witnessed the terrible fate of his family from an adjoining paddock.   -Thames Star, 19/6/1929.


LANDSLIDE ENGULFS VICTIMS

HORRIFYING SIGHT 

Further details of the land-slip that killed three members of the Busch family and Mr C. Morel are now available. The information was supplied by the driver of the car which brought Mr Busch into Nelson yesterday afternoon. Mr Busch said that he had just set out to cut fern on the hill. A tremendous roar attracted his attention and he looked up to become a horrified spectator of the fall of a gigantic slice of the hillside upon his home in which were his wife and two children — a daughter aged 28 and a son aged 18. The slip, which Mr Busch estimates to be at least 300 acres in area, buried his house 80 to 100 feet deep in rocks and spoil. 

WHOLE LANDSCAPE ALTERED A Nelson man who was in Murchison all through the earthquake and Monday night said that the whole landscape was altered there. He referred to the blockage of the Matakitaki river and said the danger of a flood was one of the main reasons why the people finally decided to come away to Nelson. A few men have remained in the stricken town and will not leave unless absolutely forced to do so. 

On Monday night tents were erected in the school grounds and arrangements made to feed the townspeople who had all gathered there. According to the Nelson man everyone in Murchison behaved splendidly throughout the ordeal. Yesterday morning the local storekeepers threw open their shops to the public and much-needed food was obtained from them.

It is understood that great assistance was rendered by Mr J. H. Parker (Nelson) and Mr McKay (Wellington) and others who assisted the local residents to organise the camp at the school grounds on Monday night and made arrangements for food.  -Nelson Evening Mail, 19/6/1926.


THE EARTHQUAKE

MORE REFUGEES FROM MURCHISON 

FURTHER LOSS OF LIFE FEARED 

TWO MEN IN BUSH CAMP

By Telegraph — Press Association WELLINGTON, this day. Further Murchison refugees arrived in Nelson last night by the special train, bringing the total number evacuated to 289. More are expected to-day. 

The Hon. H. Atmore, Minister of Education, addressing the refugees, stated that the Government would not be found wanting in recognition of its duty to the people of Murchison and other districts which suffered from the earthquake. 

It is reported from Lake Rotoroa that fears are entertained for the safety of two men who are camped in the bush at the head of the lake. At Murchison yesterday the shakes were of frequent occurrence and one about 3 p.m. was of sufficient violence to throw a man off his feet. No further damage to buildings was reported there last night and the general aspect of the town was the same as the previous day.

Mr Samuel Busch, who lost his wife, son, aged 18, and eldest daughter, aged 28, under most distressing circumstances during the earthquake at Murchison on Monday, is a brother of Mr W. E. Busch, of Waihi. The first direct communication received by Mr Busch concerning the calamitous occurrence came to hand last evening, the office from which the message originated being Mapua, near Nelson. It read: — “Mother, Ronnie and Emily perished in the earthquake.” (signed) Phyllis Busch. Mr S. Busch’s family numbered four, three daughters and one son. The two surviving daughters reside with their grandmother in Mapua, near Nelson. A second message announcing the tragedy was received last evening by Mr Busch from his brother-in-law, Mr A. Lockyer, at Nelson. The message added that the shakes were continuing and the conditions were bad. Mr S. Busch had been engaged in dairying in the Murchison Valley for the past seven or eight years, and prior to removing to Murchison had resided at Hope, in the same district.

The postmaster at Murchison wired to Mr Busch this morning: “Regret to confirm the catastrophe. Mrs Busch and her son and daughter were buried under thousands of tons of debris."

Murchison is 63 miles south-east of Westport and the valley and neighbourhood was the scene in the early days of considerable mining (sluicing) activity.  -Waihi Daily Telegraph, 20/6/1929.


"Busch's Slip" - "thousands of tons of debris" - photo from the Nelson Museum Collection.


A DREADFUL EXPERIENCE

MR BUSCH’S TERRIBLE LOSS

Mr S. Busch who was the horrified spectator of the eruption which buried his home and family and blocked the Matakitaki river informs us that he had just left home and was driving to Murchison at the time. His previous intention was to plough on the land submerged but he changed his mind. The first impression was that of a strong wind blowing. Then the shake came and in looking back towards home he saw volumes of dust, earth and rock rising up. The earthquake had left him at this time. He quickly unharnessed the horses and let them go. On turning round again he found the debris had reached Morel’s house and demolished it. The largest explosion came from the back of his house which he found buried. Knowing his wife and family were there he made his way to where his house should have been while the debris was still moving. Noticing could be done. Everything had gone. Mr Busch then made his way to Morel's which was showing on the edge of the debris. It took fully an hour to get across. Friends then took Mr Busch from the terrible scene. Everything had gone.  -Nelson Evening Mail, 20/6/1929.

"Busch's Slip" now.  The light patch at the top of the image is another large slip into the next valley.


VALLEY LAID WASTE.

DEVASTATION AROUND MURCHISON. 

MOUNTAINS SHATTERED.   (abridged)

(SPECIAL TO THE PRESS.) NELSON, June 19. 

Yesterday's earthquake at Murchison was undoubtedly the most terrific occurrence of the kind within record of human experience in New Zealand. Even a brief visit to the stricken district is sufficient to reveal this. 

From the Owen Junction, fifteen miles on the Nelson side of Murchison, into the township the whole countryside is shattered and riven. Slips are everywhere to be seen on the hillsides. The edges of the river terraces have fallen away, the road itself is cracked and fissured, and innumerable slips have fallen across it in the neighbourhood of Grassy. 

The range to the north of the road is practically shattered, great faces of rock being exposed over a distance of a mile or more where before the cataclysm was dense bush. The peaks around the Owen Hotel are split in all directions, scars covering the greater part of their summits and sides. The new concrete bridge across Doctor's Creek is down, the solid slab that formed the traffic way standing on end. The bridge across the Buller river before Murchison is reached stands intact, but parts of the roadway bordering the river as one approaches Murchison have fallen clean away and traffic has to take to the neighbouring paddocks. 

Nearing the town, signs of damage are seen in practically every building. Dwelling-houses are leaning awry, tipped to one side and turned on their foundations in numbers of cases. Chimneys naturally are down almost everywhere, but whereas elsewhere chimneys have simply fallen on to the adjacent roof or ground, at Murchison Post Office the top of the chimney was hurled clean across the roof and fell on the ground on the other side of the building. 

The most striking wreck in the town is Messrs Hodgson's store, a concrete structure, which is leaning sideways at an angle of approximately 45 degrees, the ground storey being at one angle and the upstairs at another. A reliable witness, Mr F. B. Spiers, states that in his opinion Hodgson's store hit the ground twice and was finally left in the position described. This sounds incredible, but when one hears of other experiences, anything seems credible. 

Mr Pointon, of Maruia, for instance, was visiting his wife in hospital at the time of the shake. He states that he was getting on a chair when it began. He does not know what became of the chair, but he found himself on the floor and hanging on to the legs of the bedstead. He was violently thrown from side to side of the room as the building heaved first in one direction and then in the other. 

The school children had a miraculous escape, a chimney descending into the window as the last child left the building. Easels were thrown on top of decks, a mantelpiece dislodged from the wall, the contents of the cupboards shot holus bolus across the floor, and the heavy cupboards tipped forward from the walls. 

The interior of the Post Office is in similar chaos, and the contents of private houses much as one might expect to find them if the whole building had been tossed bodily into the air. At Murchison the upheaval is described, not as an earthquake, but as an eruption, and the appearance trom the surrounding hills certainly gives the impression that they have been burst asunder by an upheaval from below, rather than that slips have been shaken off their sides.

The Matakitaki river, which joins the Buller at Murchison, is completely blocked by an enormous mass of debris about a mile long by three-quarters or a mile in width, and the river is banking up in a lake behind it. Although the Maruia is similarly blocked in three places a few miles up from its Junction from the Buller, and the Buller itself has a slip across it near Sullivan's bridge, eight miles below Murchison, it was only possible for your correspondent in the available time to visit the Matakitaki slip. 

The scene here is almost indescribable. Running up the Matakitaki road, one sees on the far side of the valley the whole face of the range gone and then approaching to the edge of the terrace opposite this the whole floor of the valley for nearly a square mile is one great tract of shattered rock, mud, and debris of all sorts. It was here that four of the persons lost in the disaster perished. At one point the upper storey of the late Mr O. Morel's residence is seen above the tumbled debris, a quarter of a mile distant from its original position. A lump of rock is pointed out on the far side of the valley as roughly indicating the spot at which the farmhouse of Mr Busch stood, and far below which it now lies with the bodies of Mrs Busch, Miss Busch. and Mr Busch jun. 

It is stated that the mountain side here was literally projected or erupted outwards across the valley, forcing the water and mud out of the river bed to the foot of the high level terrace half a mile away. Standing on this upper terrace it was difficult to realise that the wilderness before one had, on Monday morning, been an expanse of fertile river meadows.  -Press, 20/6/1929.


MURCHISON TO-DAY.

STRANGE COMMUNITY.

RULED BY "DICTATOR."

ONLY FIVE WOMEN LEFT.

SHAKES STILL OCCURRING  (abridged)

(By to "Star.")

MURCHISON, Saturday,

A community unique in the Dominion is to be found at Murchison to-day. Here are about 50 men and five women, living a communal life, with an earthquake every hour or so, and deep rumblings and roarings going in the hills night and day. They are busy endeavouring to get the stricken township back to normal, and to make residents and visitors alike feel that, despite the evil times which have befallen them there is hope for the future. Murchison is the one town in the Dominion to-day in which money is of no value. There is nothing that can be bought; but no one is allowed to go without the necessities of life. An emergency committee rules the town, and its unwritten laws are as effective as the most stringent code. The only rules are those concerning the food supply; and they are most strictly observed. 

All living in the Open. Everyone lives in the open, or in sheds and verandahs. Some are living in a score of tents which have been erected, but these will not be fully occupied until to-morrow, when a group of 37 refugees will arrive here from the mid-Maruia. These people are camped in the bush to-night, women and children being housed in a rough bush hut, while the menfolk are spending the night in the open in pouring rain. 
The head of the committee which controls the town is Mr. Alec. Thorn, in ordinary life a secondary school master, but now a most efficient dictator. All arrivals have to report to him, and he makes them welcome, seeing to their personal comfort as if he were manager of a leading hotel. 

On a blackboard in the school grounds, where the relief camp stands and where open air cooking is carried on, are rules set out as follows: — 

RULES FOR COOKHOUSE. 

(1) Get a plate from the table and go to the counter. 

(2) After service, pass through the marquee. 

(3) After dining, please return dishes to the table for washing. 

(4) Don't linger over meals.

For dinner you need: — 

(1) A soup plate and spoon. Then come back and get 

(2) A meat plate and knife and fork. 

(3) Sweet plate. 

Everyone eats meals standing up in a marquee, trestle tables being provided. 

One of the heroes of the camp is Mr. Dave. Mann, formerly cook at the Masonic Hotel. He is in sole charge of the cooking arrangements, and since the big 'quake he has prepared and served nearly 2000 meals in the open air.

He has an able and willing helper in "Johnny" Lawrence, a youth who sees that everyone gets a good meal and issues the food with scrupulous, fairness. No one is allowed to go short and no one is allowed to waste anything. 

The five women who have refused to leave the township are Mrs. McWha, an old lady, Mrs. Bathe, and the Mesdames Gibson (three). Mrs McWha acts as camp "mother," and she is help and adviser to all. 

Murchison is a strange place indeed. It was here that only a few days ago the earthquake robbed a small community of ten lives and yet not a sad face is met with in the district. It is no disrespect to the dead that the men smile, for if they were to allow their minds to dwell on Black Monday they would never be able to stay in the place. The community numbers about fifty, of whom five are women. The others, including practically all the women and children and over one hundred men of the district, are in Nelson. 

Devastation Described. Shakes are still occurring — shakes that would be considered very serious in Auckland. The most unnerving rumbling is going on in the hills which surround what was once a happy and placid village, the centre of pleasing dairy farms. To-day many of those farms lie beneath huge lakes or are buried under thousands of tons of rock. The township itself is situated at the junction of the Buller and Maruia Roads and nestles in the midst of high mountains, most of which were bush-clad until last week. Now the majority of them stand gaunt and bare, their sides standing put against the grey sky as brilliant yellow, relieved here and there by portions of. bush which have escaped the terrific landslides and what are termed here "explosions," the name which, for lack of a better, is generally used to describe the huge outburst which occurred. 

Three miles east of the township is the dam over the Matakitaki River, just in front of where Mr. Busch's illfated homestead stood, the latter being across the river. From the late Mr. Morel's home a range of steep hills runs behind the township, and these divide Murchison from the Maruia River, which runs parallel to the Matakitaki. but three miles further south. It was in almost a direct line with the big outburst of rock in the Matakitaki River that a dam formed over the Maruia, killing six people. Both these rivers run into the Buller, and this was what gave rise to alarm in Westport, for had both these dams broken they would have caused the dam in the Buller to break, and a huge volume of water would have poured through the Buller Gorge and down over the river flat on which Westport stands. The scene at the dam at Matakitaki is almost indescribable. Here lay Morel's farm, with 90 acres of first-class river flat land. Immediately across the placid stream lay another fine block of cattlefattening land, which was farmed by Mr. Biisch. To-day these farms lie under an average of fifteen feet of rock. Half a mile above them the rock has formed a dam 40 feet wide across the river.

Where Family Lies Buried. But interest naturally centres on places where lives were lost. Nothing at all can be seen of Busch's place. All that indicates where the homestead and three members of the Busch family lie are three huge rocks, much larger than the others, nearly forming a triangle, which serves as a gravestone for the dead family. On the north side of the river the top storey of Mr. Morel's house stands, battered and torn clean off the bottom storey, a chain away from where the house stood. Of the bottom storey not a vestige remains. It is crushed almost beyond recognition and half buried in  rocks and mud. One of Mr. Morel's motor cars stands vertically against the wall of the upper portion of the house of his other motor car the only part that can be seen from the bank is a wheel, from beside which his body was extricated.

Mrs. Busch, who is still in a weak condition, had a most terrible, agonising experience. With her husband she attempted to run clear of the devestating slide, which rushed toward them at the speed of an express train. Neither could get clear, and they were rolled over and over among rocks and mud. Then the movement stopped. She found herself being suffdcated under a mass of mud, but she managed to get an arm free, and then her head. Her screams brought assistance, and she was extricated, more dead than alive. When her husband was found he was beyond human aid.  -Auckland Star, 24/6/1929.


The above account of the survival of Mrs Busch and the death of her husband is included but it seems very likely to be the story of Mrs Morel, as shown in the last story of this sequence.


Murchison Cemetery.


THANKS

Mr W. E. Busch, Mrs Busch, and family, desire to thank most sincerely the many friends who sent messages of sympathy in the bereavement to them and more particularly to Mr Busch’s brother, Mr Samuel Busch, and surviving members of his family by the death of Mrs S. Busch, and her son and daughter, under such distressing circumstances during the earthquake on the West Coast of the South Island, on Monday, June 17.  -Waihi Daily Telegraph, 2/7/1929.


EARTHQUAKE VICTIM

REMAINS OF RONALD BUSCH FOUND

A portion of the body of Ronald Busch, 17 years of age, one of the victims of the Matakitaki landslide was found yesterday afternoon in the Matakitaki river about a mile from where the Busch homestead formerly stood. The father identified the remains by a boot. The Coroner, who is in Wellington at present, will be informed of what has taken place as soon as he returns. The funeral will be held at Murchison on Sunday.  -Nelson Evening Mail, 26/7/1929.



EARTHQUAKE LOSSES

(To the Editor) Sir, —

Mr Smith mentioned at the meeting of the Earthquake Relief Committee, held on the 11th inst., that people in Murchison had completely lost their stock and farms. If Mr Smith was to traverse the whole of the earthquake area he would find that there was only one farm that had been completely ruined. All that was saved in my case were certain animals, etc. (9 cows, 2 horses and one spring cart) which happened to be away from the farm on that terrible morning of the 17th June, 1929. Without in any way wishing to bring myself into prominence, there is no doubt that I am the heaviest loser by this sudden catastrophe. I lost practically everything a man holds dear in this life, and after many years of earnest struggle.

— I am, SAMUEL BUSCH. Stanley Brook, 16th April.  -Nelson Evening Mail, 16/4/1930.


EARTHQUAKE RECALLED

Death Of Hard-Hit Survivor

(From Our Own Reporter) NELSON, September 19. The death in Nelson of Mr Samuel Busch recalls the Murchison earthquake of June 17, 1929, for no-one who survived it was hit harder by that disaster than he. He had left his home on the west bank of the Matakitaki river that morning to take cream to the Murchison factory and when he returned some two hours later he found that his home had completely disappeared taking with it his wife, only son and a daughter. Two other daughters were away from home staying with friends. Where the house had stood on a terrace nothing remained but a broken and deeply scarred hillside; more than half the area of his farm had slipped toward and across the Matakitaki river, taking the dwelling and the three people with it. Mr Busch never returned to live in the Matakitaki.

The same landslide as carried away the Busch homestead swept several chains across the Matakitaki river and wrecked the lower storey of the late Mr Charles Morel’s two-storey house, leaving the upper storey almost intact and floating on top of the debris. Mr Morel was on the veranda at the time and hearing the earthquake rumble and the noise of the landslide called to his wife to come out of the house. Seeing what was approaching them they ran hand in hand towards the road, but the landslide overwhelmed them and both were submerged in the slurry. When the movement stopped Mrs Morel made a successful effort to reach the surface. Her husband was not very far away, but had had an artery in his leg severed by a sheet of corrugated iron which had been torn off one of the sheds and he died within minutes. Mrs Morel had a miraculous escape.  -Press, 20/9/1957.



Murchison Cemetery.


Murchison Cemetery, photo from "Billion Graves."