Now, why would I make this man one of the hero's of the Salvation Army? He stands as a Symbol of what the Army was all about. That motto "Heart to God and hand to man", is what this man represents. The First "Official" Convert to God through the work of the Salvation Army.
I found this Article about him written at the time that explains his story. We in the Army refer to him by his nick name, "Ash Barrel Jimmy".
Thee First Convert of the Solvation Army in Amerca
Our first convert in America is still living and serving the army in Boston. The history of his reform is a remarkable one.
The
conversion of the first of a mighty multitude was brought about by
Commissioner Railton. Then in command of the American forces of the
army, and Superintendent Thomas Byrnes of the New York police. Mr.
Byrnes was an Inspector of police at the time, early in 1880.
It
is safe to say that in Salvation Army circles there are very few who do
not know Jimmy, by reputation at least. Jimmy was a thief and drunkard
when converted in New York in March, 1880. His name is James Kemp. Three
times Jimmy narrowly escaped losing his life. On one occasion he was
nearly frosen to death outside Hilly McGlory's notorious dive. On
another oocasion he was so brutally beaten in a Water street dive that he
was supposed to be dead. The morgue wagon was called by the police, and
the bruised and bartered body, apparently dead wascarried to the
morgue. When it, or rather he, arrived there some of the doctors made
the discovery that Jimmy still lived, and so he was taken to the
hospital, where he remained four months. His last narrow escape from
death was when he drank a quantity of spirits of wine which he found in a
cellar. Jimmy drank so much he went raving mad and tried to hang
himself. He was sent to prison for three months for attempting suicide.
The first Saturday afternoon in March, 1880, Jimmy started out to have
some amusement, and hearing that the Salvation Army, which had just
arrived from England, was going "to show" at Harry Hill's notorious
resort he concluded to go there and see what kind of people the soldiers
were. When he arrived at Hill's, he found that there was an admission
too, and he, with a drunkard's economy, determined to spend the price of
admission in a different manner. Toward night he strolled into a dive on Water street, where his Whyno friends painted his back and served his
face the same way and wound up the performance by rolling the
unfortunate man in the sawdust of the dive floor. Jimmy, after
submitting to their treatment, thought they would let him stay there all
night; but. alas, they kicked him out on the street. Just as Jimmy
reached the sidewalk his cap blew off and fell into an ash barrel which
was standing near the door of the den. Jimmy tried to recover it, but in
doing so lost his balance and fell head first into the barrel. He
straggled to get out, but all his efforts were in vain. He seemed to
be there to stay.
A short time after Jimmy's acrobatic feat a
policeman came along, and seeing a man's legs in the barrel set to work
to discover who was the owner of them and why he had them in such a
position. He took out his club and struck the inverted man on the soles
of Ins feet. These means are sometimes resorted to by policemen to
arouse drunken men. From the depths of the barrel came a voice which the
policeman at once recognized. He rapped for assistance, and when
another officer appeared on the scene an effort was made to get Jimmy
from his novel but painful position. They pulled at the protruding feet,
but Jimmy failed to respond, his clothes having been caught on the
nails which had been driven through the barrel. They pulled until the
old rotten shoes gave way and were left in their hands. The policemen
then threw the barrel down on its side, and laying hold of the
unfortunate man's feet they dragged the barrel and its howling occupant
toward tho police station. A pitiful sight was poor Jimmy when he
reached the station. His lace, which had been blackened by the toughs in
the dive, was all battered and bruised, and the paint on his face,
mingled with blood, was strongly suggestive of a scalped Indian. His
clothes were all torn and his shoes gone. How complete the ruin. How
perfect the wreck. Superintendent Byrnes suggested that the Salvation
Army be allowed to try its hand on the man, and the result was his
conversion, since which time he has served faithfully in its
ranks.—Boston Herald.