The wild rice grew in the swamp, rising sheer from the water on the edges of the channels.
I slept; I rested; there was wild rice, water from a running stream—and peace!
At last, early one morning, he found Dusky and his flock in the rushes and wild rice.
We were used to the clear lakes of Canada and this one was full of wild rice.
Burn them in a fire made of the dry branches of the oak, kindled with the straw of the wild rice.
Then he begins to think about the wild rice that is getting just right to eat.
In their absence he had prepared for them an enormous kettle of wild rice highly sweetened with sugar.
Then he begins to think about the wild rice which is getting just right to eat.
So Nokomis came, and in their canoe they gathered the wild rice and sowed it in another lake.
He took the wild rice which he had gathered to his grandmother.