Early Life
Lount was born in Catawissa, Pennsylvania, United States, in 1791 of Quaker parents. He emigrated to Whitchurch Township in Upper Canada in 1811 with his extended family, all Quakers belonging to the Yonge Street Monthly Meeting of the Society of Friends (now Newmarket). Lount never appears to have been a member of this pacifist church, nor of the closely related Children of Peace in nearby Sharon. He was trapped in Pennsylvania during the War of 1812, and returned to Whitchurch only in 1815. That year, he married Elizabeth Soules, by whom he had seven children. He briefly kept a tavern in Newmarket while doing work as a surveyor, but spent most of his adult life as a blacksmith in Holland Landing. Lount was also on the Committee of Management for the company that built the first steamboat on Lake Simcoe, "The Colborne." In much of his business, he worked as an agent of his older brother, George Lount, a prominent Newmarket merchant; their partnership ended in 1836.
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