In the course of his life Mr. Scott collected one of the largest private libraries in the Western United States. It was the result of wide and varied culture, catholic tastes and rare opportunities to discover and acquire what was best. From his youth he was an omnivorous reader and his memory was equal to his hunger for books. He seldom forgot a passage. Whatever he had seen in print he could quote, often years afterward. He always knew precisely what books contained the information he needed at any moment and usually they were in his own collection. To one who understands and loves books Mr. Scott's library gives a better account of his life and thought than any biographer could write.
HARVEY W. SCOTT
By Dean Collins
Across the doorway to the dim unknown
Fate's hand the somber curtains draws at last,
Where, from the teeming world of men, alone
And unafraid, a mighty Soul has passed;
One who, by his indomitable will,
Into the ranks where deeds are. done, had pressed;
Upreared himsef among his fellows till
He moved a power in the growing West.
Lament, O Oregon; Death takes from thee
His priceless toll, and grimly passes on;
But one whose hand wrought in thy destiny
Is, in the shadow of that passage, gone.
A master spirit housed m mortal clay—
Lo, with his death, a giant passed away!
Dallas, Oregon.
