He was the youngest of fourteen children, and when he was a month old his mother took him to church to be christened.  The rector was the celebrated Rappey, sportsman, who (it is said) once pawned the church Bible in order to get up a bear-baiting.  Rappey asked the name of the child, and was told by the mother that she had come to the end of her knowledge of names, and would be obliged for a suggestion.  Whereupon Rappey began to cite all the most ludicrous names in the Bible, such as Aholibamah, Kenaz, Iram, Baalhanan, Abiasaph, Amram, Mushi, Libni, Nepheg, Abihu.  And the mother laughed, shaking her head.  And Rappey went on:  Shimi, Carmi, Jochebed.  And at Jochebed the mother became hysterical with laughter.  “Jock-at-a-Venture,” she had sniggered, and Rappey, mischievously taking her at her word, christened the infant Jock-at-a-Venture before she could protest; and the infant was stamped for ever as peculiar.

He lived up to his name.  He ran away twice, and after having been both a sailor and a soldier, he returned home with the accomplishment of flourishing a razor, and settled in Bursley as a barber.  Immediately he became the most notorious barber in the Five Towns, on account of his gab and his fisticuffs.  It was he who shaved the left side of the face of an insulting lieutenant of dragoons (after the great riots of ’45, which two thousand military had not quelled), and then pitched him out of the shop, soapsuds and all, and fought him to a finish in the Cock Yard and flung him through the archway into the market-place with just half a magnificent beard and moustache.  It was he who introduced hair-dyeing into Bursley.  Hair-dyeing might have grown popular in the town if one night, owing to some confusion with red ink, the Chairman of the Bursley Burial Board had not emerged from Jock-at-a-Venture’s with a vermilion top-knot and been greeted on the pavement by his waiting wife with the bitter words:  “Thou foo!”

A little later Jock-at-a-Venture abandoned barbering and took up music, for which he had always shown a mighty gift.  He was really musical and performed on both the piano and the cornet, not merely with his hands and mouth, but with the whole of his agile expressive body.  He made a good living out of public-houses and tea-meetings, for none could play the piano like Jock, were it hymns or were it jigs.  His cornet was employed in a band at Moorthorne, the mining village to the east of Bursley, and on his nocturnal journeys to and from Moorthorne with the beloved instrument he had had many a set-to with the marauding colliers who made the road dangerous for cowards.  One result of this connection with Moorthorne was that a boxing club had been formed in Bursley, with Jock as chief, for the upholding of Bursley’s honour against visiting Moorthorne colliers in Bursley’s market-place.