I am contemplating a trip into the interior via the Bia River and came to you to see if you could arrange transportation.
There was a wheezy steam launch belonging to the trading post which would tow the boats up the Bia River as far as they desired.
Now, it is done—now, you are chained—Bia has finished the work—I, Ba!
Farther west are the Tano and Bia rivers, which empty their waters into the Assini lagoon.
Captain Bia succumbed to smallpox and the column encountered every conceivable hardship.