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Station about 7 PM. I took in the movie and around 10 PM showed up to board the Owl. There was a roaring blizzard by this time and no Owl cars were to be found. Moreover the people in the station didn't know when they would be in from Dover St. Yard. All trains were reported late and kept getting later by the minute. The crowd increased. A suburban train now and then managed to leave but they were few and far between. The "Merchants" pulled in about two hours late and stood for two hours on the track where the Owl was supposed to be. Stories began to sift in that the whole yard was tied up by frozen and plugged up switches and a drawbridge was plugged so they couldn't lock it. The crowd, which was good natured at first, began to look serious as the possibility of being in the station all night loomed more and more imminent. Midnight passed and still no one knew when the train would get in. People were sitting all around on their luggage trying to sleep. Some were pacing around like old Sergei Rachmaninoff, who was among the crowd waiting for the Owl. He looked dour and agitated - kept walking up to the gate and conversing with a workman from the yard. His wife and manager were with him but they only stood by the luggage and looked irritated. Came one, came two o'clock and no Owl! I was nearly exhausted by this time and really worried about the likelihood of catching a bad cold from the affair. At 2:30 AM, the station master said it looked "bad." I pictured us in the concourse all night. The storm raged, traffic was tied up in Boston completely. The hotels were full. There was nothing to do but grin and bear it. Finally around 3 AM