Bia, a native of Badu, one day walked to leeward of his village to the mangrove swamp; there he made an earth oven, arnai, and cooked himself two portions of mangrove biiu, which he put into a basket, and walked on till he came to a creek—"zeza." Finding a nice stretch of sand, he cut himself a small javelin of the hard dukun wood; when finished, he threw it vigorously with his kobai (throwing-stick), and it penetrated some distance into the ground. On pulling it up water gushed forth, and there is still a permanent water-hole at the spot (1). For sport Bia kept on throwing the spear, till at length he accidentally transfixed a man through the chest who was lying on the sand, and whom he had not observed. The wounded man, Itar of Gradz, a small island south of Badu, immediately ran into the bush, the blood streaming from him. Bia followed and caught him, and threw him into the sea, saying, "A hole in the rock is your house," and straightway Itar swam away as a small dogfish ("Itar"—Chiloscyllium), which to this day bears the mark of Bia's spear-thrust. Bia then walked on the water southward, on and on; he looked behind him at his old home Badu; he also caught a gapu (sucker fish), which he put in his basket. Then on and on again till he came to Waiben (Thursday Island) where he fished with the natives. They only caught an Itar, but Bia secured a gapu, and thus was able to catch a turtle. The same good fortune attended him at Muralug, which he next visited. At length he came to the mainland, and went up a river (? Jardine River); seeing a female turtle he seized and had connection with her, and in due time she bore him a child. Bia became permanently affixed to the turtle, and still lives in a deep hole in the river.