I slept; I rested; there was wild rice, water from a running stream—and peace!
We were used to the clear lakes of Canada and this one was full of wild rice.
Then he begins to think about the wild rice that is getting just right to eat.
It was about half full of wild rice grains, very hard and dry.
Then he begins to think about the wild rice which is getting just right to eat.
He took the wild rice which he had gathered to his grandmother.
This soup of wild rice, pounded venison and maize was my main-stay.
I wondered if among the wild rice some spirit voice was talking.
At our first hiding-place we left a bag of pemmican, weighing ninety pounds, two bags of wild rice, and a gallon keg of gunpowder.
Wild rice grows abundantly on the banks of the rivers and lakes.