The wild onion that gave Chicago its name thrives here.

Exactly like that afternoon in the wild onions-- when one more step was the most she could see of the future.

I added some wild onions and other herbs from the forest, for we did with whatever was to hand.

The trouble was, if a man picked all day with both hands he couldn't pick enough wild onions to keep him alive.

I hunted for two days and couldn't find a deer, nor anything else but wild onions.

Thought I smelled some wild onions down by the pond.

But wild onion - it may be poisonous for all I know.

He rode on down to the settlement and there was nothing for me to do but go to picking wild onions.

Three days later I was back to wild onions.

So the wild onions are now being protected in situ and the research project can continue.