Salute to Adventurers
1915
Andrew Garvald is eighteen when he flees his father's political troubles in rain-soaked Scotland, heading for Edinburgh and the civilized world. But the road has other plans. A gypsy woman's prophecy follows him; a girl singing a defiant song in the downpour haunts him; and an ill-fated stumble into Muckle John Gib's fanatical Sweet-Singers drags him across the Atlantic to the raw Virginia plantations of the late 1600s. There, among tobacco fields and desperate men fleeing the old world's constraints, Andrew discovers that education may be the least of his challenges. Buchan writes with the swashbuckling confidence of a man who believed adventure was the natural state of things, layering his narrative with real historical figures and the rough texture of two worlds in violent transition. This is a novel about the precise moment when youth collides with history, and neither emerges unchanged.
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“Light-hearted or light-headed, I know not which I was, but I know that I had no fear.””
— John Buchan
“In a tangle of duties a man must seize the solitary clear one...Buchan, John. Salute to Adventurers (p. 172). Kindle Edition.””
— John Buchan
“I see now that the wind must have veered to the south-east, and that my plan was leading me into the fastnesses of the hills; but I would have wandered for weeks sooner than disobey the word of the girl who sang in the rain.””
— John Buchan
“It is the place and time for dark deeds, for the heart grows savage; and if two enemies met in the hollow of the mist only one would go away.””
— John Buchan
“For I was only a young lad, and my life had been bleak and barren. Small wonder that the call of youth set every fibre of me a-quiver.””
— John Buchan
“You will never hear a bird cry or a sheep bleat or a weasel scream.””
— John Buchan


















