Member of the West Virginia Legislature.

Graduated from Virginia Military Academy + William and Mary College.

Graduated from Cumberland University in Tennessee.

Montacute is the Latin spelling of the English name Montague. The spelling of the names in this genealogy are those most encountered during the research. There is no doubt concerning the lineage of Robert Montague and Richard Montacute since they both bore the same Coat of Arms. The Coat of Arms of Montague - Bovene y + Dorney - were: "Argent, three fusils in fess gules (red diamonds), between three pellet s or ogresses (black discs) on a silver shield. The crest was a Golden Griffin with outstretc hed wings and a ribbon of alternate Red + White bands. The motto was "DISPONDEDO ME, NON MUTA NDO ME". Reference: Edmondson's Heraldry + Burke's Encyclopedia of Heraldry. The three blac k ogresses were added to the Coat of Arms passed down by Sir Simon Montague to denote the Bov eney + Dorney branches of the family. Other branches of the family made other alterations. Th e ogresses o o<--Black may have been added for differnces in a family, Silver Shield <--Red or they may have been added to mark some deed done at some o <--Black time, such as a large donation of land to the church, as the church at Boveney bears such a r ecord. Perhaps they may have been added as part of the maternal arms of William Montague, so n of Robert, for his mother was Margaret, dau. of Roger Cotton. And the arms of one family o f Cotton were, "Argent a bend Sable between three ogresses." Whatever may have been the origin of the pellet s, the fact still remains, that the Boveney family bear the Arms of Sir Simon Montague of A.D . 1300, which arms were also born by his son lord William Montacute and by his grandson the f irst Earl of Salisbury. Heraldry, or more properly Armory, is the short hand of History, it s purpose was to identify persons and property and to record descent and alliance. Hundreds o f persons may be entitled to the same initials, may possess precicely the same names; but onl y the members of a particular family can lawfully bear certain armorial ensigns, and the vari ous branches of even that family have their separate differances to distinguish one from th e other. The Boveney family bear the same name as the descendants of Drogo. They were residin g in A.D. 1500 in the same locality and country of England where the descendants of Drogo ha d held possessions and manors in A.D. 1400 and for centuries before. They bear the same Arm s which alone would seem to silently but surely denote that they are a branch of the same fam ily. Where and when the separation took place is not known, but it would seem probable that t he Boveney branch left the main stream, after the year 1300 and before the year 1400, or betw een those dates, for their Coat of Arms was not in existance until adopted by Sir Simon Monta cute A.D. 1300, and had they separated previous to that date, their Arms should have been "Az ure a griffin segreant, Or." Again the Arms of the Montagues, after A.D. 1400, who were desce nded from the 3rd Earl of Salisbury, have been quartered with those of the Monthermers, whic h were "an eagle displayed, vert," while the Boveney branch retains the ancient shield of Si r Simon Montacute (1301). There are several places where such separation seems possible. Th e spelling change of the name seems to be consistant after Edward. Some list Edward as Montac ute and others as Montague.

Twin sister of Bettie.

ADDRESS: 1801 NW 55th Terrace Gainesville, FL 32606 PHONE: 352/373-5602 Attended Santa Fe Community College, LPN Geriatric Nursing. Kindergarden Teacher.

!ADOPTED: He adopted Bettie + Lucy Hoskins, daughters of Capt. George Hoskins.

Film#: 442836 Page#: 7 Ord.#03742 ADDRESS: RFD #1 Farmington, PA : Mentioned in "THE OLD PIKE:..." book By Thomas B. Searight p p 131.

B+S T000003 ADDRESS: RFD #3 Confluence, PA

.........THE CATAMOUNT STORY.........

This is the Catamount Story as Fielding Montague told it to his Grandchildren

When I was a little boy of twelve I had some sheep. We lived on a farm over in Farmingto n just below the Dinner Bell. The old pike ran right between our house and the barn. One da y while I was on the front porch watching for the stage coach to go by, I heard the sheep ble ating and then saw them running down along the fence toward the barn. Just then I saw why the y were so scared. A big catamount was sneaking up behind them. I whistled for the dog and sic ked him on that old catamount. I then ran into the house to get the musket. I couldn't reac h it so I dragged a chair up to the wall and got up on the chair to get the musket. It is a g ood thing that my daddy always kept it loaded, because I forgot all about the ammunition. I r an out of the house and across the road. As I climbed the fence I could hear the dog barkin g tree. I ran up through the woods and there it was. The biggest cat that I had ever seen. H e was standing on a fallen log with his back arched, hissing and spatting at the dog. I put t he musket to my shoulder and took careful aim. I squeezed the trigger and heard a loud roar a s the pain went through my shoulder. I landed on the ground with the musket on top of me. Al l I could see was smoke. I got up and brushed myself off. I could hear the dog barking trai l in the distance. I went over to the fallen log and there were deep claw marks in the log le ft by the big cat as he left it. To me this was an indication that I may have hit it. All a t once I heard the dog barking tree again. I began running toward the barking. When I got t o the edge of the woods I could see the dog had the catamount treed in the middle of the fiel d. I ran over to the tree and there he was on a limb about twenty feet off the ground. He wa s hissing and spatting his paw at me and the dog. I didn't have any more ammunition so I pull ed out my penknife and opened the blade. And there I stood under the tree with only my dog an d penknife and an empty musket wondering what to do. Finally I decided to go to the edge of t he field and see if I could call my sister. I ran to the edge of the field and began to screa m for Minnie. Finally she heard me and answered. She said,"What are you screaming about?". W e were so far from one another that it was hard to understand each other. I was screaming, "B ring me some ammunition". Finally she said OK and then was silent. I ran back to the tree wit h my penknife drawn ready to do my best if that thing pounced on me. I was counting heavily o n the dog helping me out. Finally I heard Minnie screaming from the edge of the woods. She ha d the ammunition but was afraid to bring it out to me. I ran back to where she stood at the e dge of the woods and got the ammunition. She was crying and said that she was going to tell o n me. I was not allowed to take the gun out alone. I took the ammunition and loaded the old m uzzle loader. I didn't know how much powder to put in so I just guessed at it. After loadin g the gun I went back to the tree in the center of the field. The catamount was still in th e tree hissing at the dog. And the dog was still barking and carrying on. I got directly unde r the cat and raised the gun vertically. It was easier to hold that way. I waited until the b ig cat opened his mouth for a big hiss and then let him have it right in the mouth. Again I d idn't see him come tumbling out of the tree as I was again lying on the ground surrounded i n smoke. I heard the dog barking again in the direction of my sister and this time I got to m y feet a little faster. As I started toward the edge of the woods the barking had stopped an d I could hear growls and yips. I could also hear my sister screaming. I then saw that the do g and catamount were in the ditch surrounding the field next to the woods. I knew then tha t I had hit the catamount but he wasn't dead yet. By the time I got to the ditch the dog wa s finishing him off. I put my arm around Minnie and begged her not to tell on me as we both s tood staring into the ditch at the big cat. I had called the dog off and he was now standin g beside us wagging his tail and panting. Every once in a while he would look at the catamoun t and wag his tail and bark as if to say, we got the best of you. We left the catamount lyin g in the ditch as we began walking back through the woods toward home. Minnie promised not t o tell on me and helped me put the gun and ammunition away when we got home. Dad later foun d the decomposing catamount in the ditch and wondered who had killed it. Like a good sister M innie kept her word and never told, however, I think my father figured it out when he later f ound the muzzle loader hanging on the wall unloaded, but he never said anything about it. Sis ter Minnie died a short time later at the age of twelve.