I regret to inform you that we have hit another set back. As you are aware some months back we lost the our pit stop in Stopgap when the town was destroyed by the mine explosion. This in turn forced us to reroute our track by a more direct, but arduous path through this time that you graciously fronted us the funds to acquire a company of Steam Harvesters and the Track Layer. It is this last item that my letter now primarily pertains.
On the outskirts of the deep wood we first encountered a band of indigenous people. All short men dressed in clothing made of leaves. Our guards were able to scare them off and we thought the matter was dealt wit has we encountered no more for the following days of the expedition. It was as we neared the middle point of the deep woods that we were once again assailed by the indigenous. In this encounter they used some kind of mechanism to strike us with large tree branches. For the most part they only stuck at the Track layer, but a number of our scouts were slaughtered by the indigenous. At one point of the encounter a bolder was hurled by the indigenous and it stuck a brush clearer who was resting on the Track Layer. It occurred that when the boulder crushed him that the contents of his tank spilled out and made contact with his pilot light. Thereafter the contents exploded and harmed many on the Track Layer. This was the preamble to the end. The guards now on edge began shooting madly into the trees at the unseen Indigenous. In doing so they felled a tree and scared off some of the indigenous. This was ultimately useless as another band in another tree took up the offensive. Soon after this the Track layer developed structural cracks that with the stress of operation soon saw the Track Layer torn apart. Knowing that the indigenous intended too kill them as well the guards and worker fled he Track Layer. Only a few made it out alive. Attempts have been made to recover their bodies and usable parts of the Track Layer, but all have met with more resistance then the encounter listed above.
Now I must seek your advice and funding on how to advance. Being unable to take the direct route, we must find a refueling station as we seek to circumnavigate the deep woods. The only obvious choice is Moncho Pass, but I know of your predilection against that. If you have any other option I fear it would rest solely upon you and your family to fund it as my resources have been taped by this latest venture.
With Kind Regard,
Anson Mount, Foreman of the Westbound Line