The bulk of the tribe, which was large and powerful, did not share their chief's views.

For instance, his uncle, Alulu, the head rain-maker and witch-doctor, differed from them very emphatically.

He was shrewd enough to see that the triumph of Christianity meant his destruction, also the abandonment of all their ancient customs.

He harangued the tribe in secret, asking them if they wished to bring upon themselves the vengeance of their ancestral and other spirits and to go through their days as the possessors of only one miserable wife, questions to which they answered that emphatically they did not.

So the tribe was rent in two, and by far the smaller half clung to Jaga, to whom the dim, turbulent heathen thousands beneath his rule rendered but a lip service.
Then came the war, and Alulu and his great following saw their opportunity.