Family Connections » North Bovey
There is every indication that there were Miltons around Dartmoor from the early 1600`s at least.
Around the County there are many Parishes where the name "MILTON" appears, the name coming from a corruption of the words "MILL TOWN". The surname would often indicate someone coming "from the Mill Town". Earliest references to the name are believed to be around 1273.
The earliest direct link so far is to the village of NORTH BOVEY (G.R. 740840) situated about 1½ S.W. of Moretonhampstead and 6 miles North of Widecombe in the Moor.
North Bovey is regarded as one of the most picturesque and unspoiled villages in Devon and centres around its Church and Green. Some of the thatched cottages are of 17th Century and earlier.

The Ring of Bells pub dates from the 13th Century and is, again, thatched.

By 1800 the population was around 500 but this has dropped to nearer 250 in recent times, with the growth of mechanisation and the trend away from the land. Rectors of the Church are known back to 1279 and the present buildings date back to the 13th and 15th Centuries. So the Church is the same building as used by the Miltons for their baptisms and weddings, and, possibly, burials. Equally, if any of the Miltons of North Bovey partook of a drop of "Mead" then they had a choice of only one pub, and that choice is still available today. (Phone 01647 440375).
North Bovey Parish and three of the existing farms in it are mentioned in the Doomsday Book in 1086 and old pubs and churches are to be found in virtually every village On the moor itself hut circles date from before 1000BC and stone circles and granite crosses abound.




The name CONEYBEAR comes from the word "Coney" meaning rabbit, and the word "Bear", a Devon word meaning "Warren", giving Rabbit Warren. In Devon, communities had commonly built large soft mounds, to encourage rabbits to breed, and thus provide an abundant free supply of food. Those living near such a burrow, or possibly overseeing a burrow, would be called Coneybear because of their association. This would go back a few hundred years, to the time surnames were first used.
The name can be spelt variously, including Conebear. Conebeare. Conebie. Coneby. Conebeer. Coneber. Conebere. It must be remembered that many, if not most, were unable to write their name, so it was spelt by those who kept records, as it sounded, or in the way that they themselves guessed it to be.
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JAMES CONEYBEAR married CATHERINE WILCOCKS, both of the Parish of Widecombe in the Moor, married at their Parish Church on 4th April 1830. Like most men in the area James was a labourer for the whole of his life, although by 1835 he is listed as a Yeoman, indicating that he may have been operating a small area of land to himself. By that date they had moved to PARKLAND, in the parish of Lydford, to the west.
In the year following their marriage, JAMES & CATHERINE baptised a son, John, and on 26th February 1833 daughter MARY CONEYBEAR was baptised. At this time the family were living at POUNDSGATE (G.R. 705721). Both children were baptised at the Cathedral on the Moor, being St. Pancras Church, WIDECOMBE. Even after the birth of the next child, James, in 1835, they trekked across, or more likely, round the moor, for his christening.
The parish of Widecombe-in-the-Moor is the second largest in Devon, comprising around 11.000 acres much of which is moorland used for rough grazing by sheep and cattle. The highest the population reached was 1106 at the time of the 1841 Census. It is nearer 600 currently. The church is again of great age, dating from the 14th century, with even older churches on the same spot before that date.
On 21st October 1638, during afternoon service, a severe thunderstorm broke out, the north east pinnacle of the church tower was struck and fell through the roof, killing four and injuring several others. Local superstition ascribes the storm to a visitation by Satan, coming to claim a man who was to be his.
The landlady of the Inn at POUNDSGATE (where the Coneybears were later to live), testified that on that same Sunday afternoon a horseman called for a drink, and she noticed that as the ale passed down his throat it sizzled as when water is poured on to hot iron. Thus she knew WHO was riding to Widecombe. Arriving at the Church the Devil hitched his horse to one of the pinnacles, found his victim, dragged him to the top of the tower and, in loosing his horse, knocked off the pinnacle, and vanished amid thunder and lightening.

