Caucus furs in full yell, or a wawr whoop, to saddle on the people, a pappoose president

# Title: Caucus curs in full yell, or a war whoop, to saddle on the people, a pappoose president / J[ames] Akin, Aquafortis. # Creator(s): Akin, James, ca. 1773-1846, artist # Date Created/Published: 1824. # Medium: 1 print on wove paper: etching with aquatint and engraving ; sheet 49.6 x 55 cm. # Summary: A critical commentary on the presss treatment of Andrew Jackson, and on the practice of nominating candidates by caucus during the presidential race of 1824. The cartoon pointedly attacks Republican nominee William Crawford and his powerful supporter Martin Van Buren. Jackson, in military uniform, stands amid a pack of snarling dogs labeled with the names of various critical newspapers. He rests his right hand upon a sword inscribed Veni Vidi Vici. One dog, named Richmond Whig, is whipped by a nude black boy who says, Mas Andra I earry say dis eah jew dog blongst to Tunis, bark loud, somebody tief way ee paper & show um one ghose, wite like Clay; dat mak um feard. Name o God! nobody gwine feard now for Crawfud ghose! look pon dat sleepy dog; jumbee da ride um, cant bark no mo for Crawfud. In the lower left corner a dog named Democratic Press is ridden by a skeletal Death figure holding aloft a tract with the words Immortal memory Revd. James Quigley basely sacrificed conscience Avaunt! On the dogs side appear the words, Good sprite, In mercy lash me with a dry corn stalk; Im so jaded by stable swooning smoke house steams & Hog Cellar sweats! A five-headed dog named Hartford Convention also appears at lower left. In the left background, before a building marked Uncle Sams Treasury Pap House / Amalgamation-Tool Department, Treasury Secretary William Crawford offers a bowl of dollars to a befeathered woman, saying Heres a bowl full of solid pappose [sic] meat. thats a good Girl better marry our wild, Indians than Foreigners good or bad. She says, O! stuff your mouth you brat! Treasury pap is better than rum. An Indian beside her says, Rum for de baby. Below the image is a text from Shakespeares Coriolanus: What would you have, you Curs, that like not peace, nor war? / Who deserves Greatness, deserves your hate; and your affections are a sick mans appetite. / With every minute you do change a mind: and call him noble that was now your hate. / Him vile that was your Garland!