Life & Mortality Quote by Alvar N. C. de Vaca

Panic becomes policy in this line, and de Vaca writes it with the cold arithmetic of survival. “One-third of our people” reduces a human catastrophe to a fraction, the kind of impersonal tally you make when you’re already half-detached from grief. It’s not callousness so much as a coping mechanism: counting is what you do when everything else is slipping. The phrase “dangerously ill, getting worse hourly” tightens the screws with a brutal time signature. Hourly is hospital language, but here there is no hospital - only the accelerating certainty that the body is losing its argument with the environment.

The subtext sits in the pivot: “death as our only prospect,” followed immediately by the kicker, “which in such a country was much worse yet.” De Vaca isn’t merely afraid of dying; he’s afraid of dying unrecognizably, outside the rituals and infrastructure that make death legible - last rites, burial, community witness, even a known grave. “Such a country” signals more than geography. It’s a moral and cultural distance, a landscape imagined as indifferent at best, hostile at worst, where a corpse can vanish into heat, water, animals, or anonymity. The fear is as much about erasure as extinction.

As an explorer, de Vaca is also quietly negotiating credibility. He frames suffering collectively (“our people”) to establish authority and stakes, and he dramatizes the setting as a multiplier of horror. That move prepares the reader for whatever comes next: if the land itself makes death “much worse,” then any compromise, transformation, or dependence on unfamiliar peoples becomes not weakness but necessity.