We skirt the Potomac a long way, so broad here 't appears to things to be a way: Sometimes you can't discern the opposite shore. The Buffalo Neck of Fredericksburg is not a very large stream, but is very sluggish and muddy now, but probably a very formidable affair when bridged and crossed under fire. I didn't have a thousandth part of the trouble crossing it that Burnside did. The town is not very large. From his car window it is no larger than M. Easton.