Dear Geshud the Herbalist,
I respect your courage, but please get back in and stop crawling after that Giant Rhesus Macaque while shouting "I will have my revenge!" It already mauled you very badly and in your present state you can't even catch it. Let the nice miner to take to the hospital before you bleed out, and let the militia deal with the monkey.
Sincerely,
the Overseer
Geshud: "But what's this long face about, Mr. McMiner; wilt thou not chase the white giant rhesus macaque! art not game for
Moby Monkey Dick?"
McMiner: "I am game for his crooked jaw, and for the jaws of Death too, Herbalist Geshud, if it fairly comes in the way of the business we follow; but I came here to hunt ores, not my commander's vengeance. How many barrels will thy vengeance yield thee even if thou gettest it, Herbalist Geshud? it will not fetch thee much in our Mountainhome Trading Depot."
[...]
Geshud: "All visible objects, dwarf, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event--in the living act, the undoubted deed--there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask. If dwarf will strike, strike through the mask! How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the white macaque is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think there's naught beyond. But 'tis enough. He tasks me; he heaps me; I see in him outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the white macaque agent, or be the white macaque principal, I will wreak that hate upon him. Talk not to me of blasphemy, dwarf; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me. For could the sun do that, then could I do the other; since there is ever a sort of fair play herein, jealousy presiding over all creations. But not my master, dwarf, is even that fair play. Who's over me? Truth hath no confines."
[...]
Geshud: "Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering monkey; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
(with apologies to Herman Melville)