In seventeen years no one has, in word or tone, shown me even any disrespect that a reasonable man could resent.Though no one has expected me, a hired man, to grant favors at
my employer's expense, yet favors without number have been done to me and much help voluntarily given. I have a good memory,
Last year, in circulating a petition (to organize Gray County and to select a county seat),
I went around to our people's houses for the first time; it was just like visiting kinfolks.
Now, with all that experience, how could I help taking away with me the warmest kind of friendship for you folks?
I do
take it and sincerely desire God's choicest blessings on you.
Good bye.
George Tyng
Pampa, Texas, March 8th 1903
Tyng left White Deer Lands for several reasons. He was disheartened by his failure to secure the
county seat for Pampa. He and Russell Benedict, Foster's assistant, had differed on the method of selling land. His wife was in poor health and he felt that he should provide more financial security for his family which
consisted of his wife, Elena, and their three sons, Charles, George McAlpine and Francis Carillo.
Tyng had been planning to return to his mining interests when he left White Deer Lands. On January 3, 1902, he was
listed as one of the locators of a claim in American Fork Canyon, Utah, twenty miles southeast of Salt Lake City.
That summer he purchased the Kalamazoo claims near the Miller mine, an old lead-silver property. He put
his youngest son, Francis, in charge of a crew at the Wyoming Tunnel there. The Tyngs called this operation the Arizona Lease.
The mine was, just below the top of Miller Hill, a 10,000-foot peak surrounded by rugged
canyons and high mountains. Just above the mine, from a ridge between two snow-capped crags of the Wasatch Mountains, it was possible to see fifty miles in several directions.
A few miners lived at Dutchman Flat, two
miles away down a steep trail. American Fork, the nearest town, was 18 miles to the southwest over a rough, locally owned toll road down a long abandoned railroad.
After Tyng joined Francis at the mine, the two men
spent the winter in a tiny cabin above the upper tunnel, with two of its walls cut from solid rock.
The work at the mine was so expensive and discouraging that Tyng had about decided to leave when his lease expired at
the end of 1904. But one day a miner, working on a car track, drove his pick into a high spot in the floor and rich lead carbonate sparkled in the light of his candle. A few days' work revealed a fortune in silver
and lead. The rich, soft carbonate flowed into loading chutes and seemed to occur in limitless quantities.